My failure during the first five or six years of my art training to get set in the right direction and the disappointment which it caused me drove me the more persistently into writing as an alternative.
How wonderful it would be if the love of God was our priority and the love of neighbour flowed from that.
The great gift of Easter is hope - Christian hope which makes us have that...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
