Three-dimensional dips and ups, carpets of dead bracken, wide-open violets peep out here and there, and the stark, bare Malvern Hills rise high: crown the horizon …
[For Easter Sunday] He said he’d not believe, unless his finger in the holes could press. Jesus, unseen, observed all this … his friends had not been fooled, nor lied …
A cross to crucify – revolting way in agony to die – infamous day? An innocent condemned – God let it be so sinners could be spared – like you and me. … – good day for us. If you this grace receive, best Friday this …