Tag Archives: Jesus

The Preacher ~ Andrew Joyce

Posted on September 3, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Andrew Joyce: Standing on the graveyard grass, looking down at the freshly-filled grave, stood The Preacher, dressed in black and wearing a black, circular, wide-brim hat. There was not a headstone as of yet, but The Preacher knew … Continue reading →

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I Saw Jesus ~ Andrew Joyce

Posted on August 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Andrew Joyce: I saw Jesus the night before he died, the night before he hauled that damn cross up the hill. I ran into him on the street outside that little bakery, the one across from the wine … Continue reading →

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Living Lore: A half-forgotten tale ~ Bobby Fairfield

Posted on September 21, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Another little piece of alternative history… the story of one of the most elegant yet enigmatic great houses to be found on the wilds of Exmoor. The original Glenthorne estate was created by the Rev Walter Stevenson Halliday, son of a … Continue reading →

Posted in Living Lore | Tagged Exmoor, Guest, Holy Thorn, Jesus, Joseph of Arimathea, legend | 5 Comments

Rainbow of Light ~ Jordis Fasheh #writephoto

Posted on August 29, 2018 by Sue Vincent

I seem to be blinded by the intense light as it emanates from the Sun through the trees. It is so blinding that it is all I can see at the moment. Yet as I continue to blink and focus, … Continue reading →

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Love has the power to break all chains! #writephoto by Raymond Roy

Posted on September 4, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Shackled to a 4×4 beam. Shoulders ached. 12 hours earlier, The Pharisees had returned a verdict of guilty. Guilty of not following doctrine. For daring to question ritualistic antiquited practices. Immediately, they strapped the timber behind my neck and across my … Continue reading →