Day 15 of 40, fasting from Facebook, for fuck’s fake. (That last f might be an old-English S.)
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In which our hero surfs the receding Facebook tide, naked and alone.
Awhile ago I sat with an acquaintance, a devout Christian, discussing a mutual friend who was grieving the loss of a loved one. Our conversation centered on whether or not the individual’s grief had exceeded the bounds of normal mourning and become debilitating. 509 more words
If Jesus of Nazareth were a real historical figure, I like to imagine that he would have looked something like this. This isn’t the first time I’ve drawn a portrait of Jesus, but it’s a subject I like to return to every once in a while as my drawing style evolves. 120 more words