Hevur tú nakrantíð hugt at einum málningi og hugsað, “Her hendir meiri, enn tað, eg síggi.” At tað er, sum áskoðarin fær smakkin av nøkrum, ið ger hann forvitnan. Hann vil sleppa nærri, grava djúpari, og vita meiri. Tá eg vitjaði Manchester City Art Gallery og hugdi at myndini, The Shadow of Death (1873), hevði eg eina tílíka uppliving. Málningurin er av Jesusi sum ungur, har hann stendur við sagina í arbeiðsskúrinum hjá pápa sínum. Fyri at taka ein lítlan arbeiðssteðg, breið

Paul asks and answers one big question in Galatians: If you want to become a Christian, do you first have to become a Jew? If you want to be saved, must you work hard at being good or simply rest in the perfect work of Christ on the cross? When was the last time you found a hand-written letter in your mailbox? I still keep and treasure the letter my grandmother wrote me just before she died, 90 years of age. The fragile lettering betrays her age but her deep love, embedded in