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.

When Down Is Up: The Counterintuitive Direction of God’s Blessing
The days before I knew Christ as Savior were memorable, to say the least. A near miss with death got me on the road, but