Here lie, in the sanctum sanctorum of Big Haus (where the Oracle receives his supplicants), the offspring of greatness. Cradled by leathern couch, feet draped on leathern hassock, sit the four who will carry Clan MacEvan into a dark future.
In that dark tomorrow:
One is to be a lawyer.
One is to be a jazz singer.
One is to be soldier.
One is to be a philosopher.
All are Christians with faithful effect for the Kingdom of Heaven. What better Christmas gift could I be given?
2 comments:
That's a good picture. The shoes are lovely.
C'mon Evan. Some new wisdom.
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