Having returned from Italy the night before last, the fatigue of jet lag continues to hold me in its grip. So, until I’m able to compose a reasonably intelligent post, here is a glimpse of an interpretive dance routine which took place in Rome. I’m not sure if it had a title. Perhaps you would like to propose one.
The Texture of Advent
It was among the best pieces of advice I’ve ever received. Following an exposition of Matthew 2 in which I explained the typological significance of