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Sophia: Hills

Sophia: Hills

I look out over the hills. Where is my help going to come from? Me. I remember when I was a child. In my captivity, these memories fill my dreams. They make me wonder where my wonder went. Why do I see myself alone in the woods? Why am I all alone standing on the brow...

I’m certain that I’m uncertain.

I have lots of uncertainty as to what I believe these days. I don’t buy all the Christian doctrine I’ve been taught over the years, and I see and teach the Bible as a piece of literature rather than an inerrant authoritative Word. But i don’t want to...