Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Jesus beat the bullies back from the temple and wiped his brow. He hadn’t signed on for this. He counted the days until retirement, which amounted to seventy times seven. There was a backlog of bribes and bitter confessions, and the overtime was killing him. He threw the first stone. It Read more
The first time I saw Jesus, I was five years old. I was walking down Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, holding my mom’s hand. He was tall, bearded, and dripping with blood. Two muscular men flanked him, their veins bulging as they supported the bulky wooden cross he dragged along behind Read more