The Rooster Crows

And then the old cock’s wattles trembling scarlet as up over the horizon it squawked the rising sun, and the tears running down Peter’s face like rain down a rock.
— Frederick Buechner
The Rooster Crows | John 18:12-27
Erik Bonkovsky

John 18:12-27

Sunday, January 11, 2015

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