His mother treasured all these things in her heart. And Jesus increased in wisdom and in years, and in divine and human favour. My boy bounds up, leans against me. I take in his scent, feel the weight of his. Limbs I think of the fresh baby I could. Mystery and potential has shifted since then. I wonder if Mary ever felt like this when. Jesus, long-limbed and lost in thought,. Threw his arm around her, and for just that.

Etiamnunc alius theologus weblog per a latin titulus. While I continue to maintain. For posterity, my blogging energies are now being spent elsewhere. Please visit my new personal project, The ErgoMethodist. Which examines various aspects of a Wesleyan approach to workflow management. This blog is aimed primarily at theological and historical scholars, but may also be helpful for students, educators, clergy and laity alike.