Incarnation keeps sneaking up on me. It’s
something I comprehend intellectually, and delight in spiritually,
but when it breaks through into my consciousness it always seems
unexpected.
There was a chap on the radio recently called Rudi Richardson
who founded a charity for the homeless called Streetlytes. His was
a tough story. He was born in a women’s prison …
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