Zechariah’s Dream
One night, I dreamed it wasn’t just me. Every other old codger had gone silent. It seemed that any man over about age 50 could
One night, I dreamed it wasn’t just me. Every other old codger had gone silent. It seemed that any man over about age 50 could
It must begin with Zechariah’s silence. Nothing against poor old Zechariah. Who can blame him for asking a decent question? The text tells us that