I have seen a squirrel run up a tree backwards. I have seen the pale blue smoke of dirtbikes hanging in the morning mist. I have seen mailmen without a smile. I have seen ants heft a crumb, heaving in unison. I have seen a dead friend in a casket. I have seen puppies...
You’ve read that kind of headline before along with the “Three-headed Baby Discovered!” and the “Elvis Lives!” newsline shocker. Even though you know it’s impossible, the temptation to know what Jesus really looked like is...
