For we do not know what we are doing
I spent this morning with my Substance compatriots walking the new stations of the cross. There was silence about. In the selections from the Gospel of St Mark I found evil, weakness, weakness sliding into evil, mob evil, evil for hire. It was a lot to carry. I was moving too slowly early on to spend any time in front of the empty tomb at the end. Perhaps if I had I would have a better idea of what difference it makes.
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