I Remember Reading of an Expressive God

I remember the year Dave died, and my finding an old J.B. Phillips New Testament at a used book shop down in Fells Point.  I remember thinking that this little worn paperback would become my favorite, reading the gospels as proper prose, and such.  I remember walking near the Baltimore piers and how happy it made me to read how Phillips handled John’s magnificent prologue, making God out to be a writer, and all.

And now it is falling apart so that I might start mailing out its best pages to you through the post.  Yes.

One Response to “I Remember Reading of an Expressive God”
  1. drastrelli says:

    mmmm. Thanks.

    love you.

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