Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
the slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered.
For our atonement, while we nothing heeded, 182 more words
Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander lived in Dublin, Ireland, in the mid-1800s. She taught children in Sunday School at her church, and one Sunday she was was working with a child, who happened to be her godson, and the young boy was struggling to understand the Apostle’s Creed and certain parts of the catechism that he had to memorize, like many of us did as young children in Sunday School. 445 more words
This post has alerted me to some sad news: May Wepwawet Open the Beautiful Way in the West for Him.
Terence DuQuesne has passed away. 238 more words