Tag: Philip Yancey
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Pilgrims, Pathways But No Poultry
“Where are you all going so late?” Ethan and Sydney were wearing bike helmets. With incredible deductive powers of reasoning, I assumed they were going bike riding. “Heading over to Pavilion. We’ll be back in an hour or so.” “Do your folks know?” “Yeah.” “OK.” Pithy conversations. What made this dialogue so intriguing was the […]
Tip of My Iceberg 