Issue 60 - Lust Among the Elephant Fish
Few things bore me more than nights spent in a hotel room. Particularly in wintertime. About a year ago I found myself in just such a situation in the land of my birth. Cold winter was howling o’er moor and o’er mountain and the rain was slashing with unremitting ferocity on the window as I lay in bed sipping my nocturnal Ovaltine. For want of something better to do, I fished the ubiquitous Gideon Bible from my bedside locker and opened it at random.The Isaiah passage immediately caught my eye. It put me in reflective mode.
Although I have never been anywhere near Jerusalem in my life, I can well understand what Isaiah was going on about.
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Although I have never been anywhere near Jerusalem in my life, I can well understand what Isaiah was going on about.
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