…but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.

‘And the soldiers wove a crown of thorns and put it on his head, and they dressed him in a purple robe.’​   Please click on the Gallery tab at the top of the page to browse the rest of my photos..

Yet, O Lord, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.