You and your insecurities
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If you’re like me, and most adults I know, your insecurities have evolved with you over the years. When I was a child, I was insecure about being too skinny. My parents and siblings traumatized me by calling me “Hallelujah Bare Bones” after a character in a book (sorry, family,…
For those who might be interested, I’m going to post consecutive chapters of my novel, Conscience, here once weekly. Hope you enjoy! To read Chapter Thirty click here.
A donkey, a red carpet made of cast aside robes, palm branches waved in the air, and little children shouting, “Hosanna!” That was the extent of the pomp and circumstance with which Jesus commenced His Passion Week. It was hardly the entrance of a conquering hero. Indeed, the Roman warlords…
