He came not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as One whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. The hands that held him were not manicured, but callused and dirty.
Cada amanecer parece traer nuevas razones para sentir temor. Se habla de despidos en el trabajo, disminución del ritmo de la economía, brotes de violencia en el Medio Oriente, bajas en el mercado de la vivienda, subidas en el calentamiento...
We humans are prone to failure. Were experts at muddying, mixing, and messing up our lives. Who among us hasnt looked up from the bottom of a pit and realized he dug it himself? Who hasnt fallen so far, messed up so badly that she thought there was no...