From Dice to Destiny: God's Providence and the Shadows of a Better Passover
There once was a young boy whose father loved developing photographs in a darkroom, who often brought his son in with him while he worked. The room was silent. Dim. with only a soft red light that barely let you see anything at all. And the boy hated it. It felt wrong to him. It was too dark. Too quiet.…
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