In this chapter we are looking at the fact of evil from a specifically Christian perspective, and no Christian can be like the ostrich, which is said to bury its head in the sand when a storm
sweeps over the desert.
Not exact matches
Inside, you probably pored
over all the juicy gossip on Drake's third outing, drooling
over the
sweeping golden
deserts and snapshots of the brutal treatment he inflicts on hapless terrorists.
Climatologist Reid Bryson of the University of Wisconsin notes, for example, that the winds that
sweep over India's Rajputana
desert are rich in moisture; yet little, if any, rain ever falls.