the journal
We hear the stories, we know it’s right, we’re afraid of hell… But do we put our hands in His sides, in the shattered skin of His wrists, touch this real flesh, real blood, eat this real food and wine?
– e. (God Who Became Bread)
We hear the stories, we know it’s right, we’re afraid of hell… But do we put our hands in His sides, in the shattered skin of His wrists, touch this real flesh, real blood, eat this real food and wine?
– e. (God Who Became Bread)