Third Sunday Blog Carnival

http://thirdsundaybc.com/2012/12/16/vol-1-no-12

"He scared," *d*m's student said to her classmates, though she was clearly within earshot of him. And he was. He was scared that his words could never be sufficiently colorful. He was afraid that students who have calculated the world on their phones would have no use for a higher power. He was frightened that their voices would never stop cracking but instead fade into a chorus of spotty faces & screaming minds. It concerned him that he could not experience any of this for them, instead of them, or in spite of them. He was intimidated by the challenge of proving that there was something beyond the horizon.