Then I saw heaven standing open, and there was a white horse! Its rider is named Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and wages war... And the armies in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, followed Him on white horses. Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations. And He Himself will rule them with a rod of iron. He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.
Saturday, March 20
Rest
On a bright, sunny Saturday morning;
the first of a 3 consecutive holidays,
with Diana Krall playing over the radio
and a hot cup of Milo in my hands.
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