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Jerusalem - James Tissot How beautiful, the temple. Built to honor Yahweh, by a people, any people, all who would lower their heads in prayer one moment, and cheat their brother the next. How frightening, not a single stone laid to rest on another. Signs of destruction on every horizon. A people led off as slaves without a home, without a building of stone to offer homage. How beautiful, a faith needing no structure, a faith needing only a word, printed on the heart. How beautiful, a faith without boundaries, where the heathen are welcomed, and the pious are unmasked. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Ruins, whether it be by the will of Nebuchadnezzar or Titus, no stone lies on another. The spirit is crushed and the body crumbles. He warned us before we mocked Him, drove cold nails through His hands. Why was the warning not heeded? A million have died by the sword or famine, and a tenth more are slaves unto slaughter. Ruins, the people led out of Egypt, purged from the land promised. Soil given now taken, offered to the gentiles seeking to worship a homeless preacher. copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author From the Collection;  From Capernaum to Emmaus