I can still hear his voice rising above the chaos of that mob. Not screaming, not pleading—praying. How does a man pray while stones are crushing his skull? How does he call down forgiveness on those who are ending his life?
The Coat at My Feet and the Blood on My Hands…
I can still hear his voice rising above the chaos of that mob. Not screaming, not pleading—praying. How does a man pray while stones are crushing his skull? How does he call down forgiveness on those who are ending his life?