When it came to where the sandal hits the road, he was the one who showed compassion, probably because he knew what it felt like to be walked around.
If good intentions were building materials, I would like to inhabit a mighty fortress of my own making. I would be perfect, for such is my desire. I am filled with many righteous desires and plans, but they rarely become more than simple optimism. My good intentions frequently become sins of commission or sins of […]