Thursday, April 7, 2011

the randomness of open road.

bus ride. endless black tar. silence with words brings a guy with a guitar and an unsung song.






And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be pre-eminent. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell,  and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross. Colossians 1:18-20.

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