From all peoples, flowers are gathered for God's signature perfume: some God chooses are buds not yet open; others are old, often overlooked by ‘man’. Truly amazing? It's the pale, crushed or broken flowers our Savior picks first, not last: carefully chosen, some tenderly pressed,…
When I see a resentful Black Face, I see Old Adam’s Darker Race. When I see a condescending White Face, I see Old Eve’s Paler Race. I see said the Blind Man. When I look Right, there’s Old Adam. Oppressive. When I look Left, there’s Old Eve. Hysterical. Neither truly embraced God’s Love Message. Neither rose…