Well, I’m reading Tolkien again, as usual.
Every few years, most members of my family return to the comforting ritual of rereading J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Growing up the son of a Pastor in South Carolina, The Lord of the Rings sat somewhere above The Pilgrim’s Progress and below the Westminster Confession of Faith in the spiritual…
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