How Job, Dorthy Sayers, Jeremiah, and I are all but fragments of One.
Start with a history lesson on Rome, add a yet-unplanned, elementary art class, and you get a mosaic. At least, I did. In the making, I found some reflections. In high school, my geography teacher taught me that Canada has a cultural mosaic. Our American counter-parts have a melting pot. By this, he meant that … Continue reading Mosaic