Charismatic Confusion: Killing Goliath
I’ve seen reports of this phenomenon in a couple places now, but I just found a video. In addition to holy spittle, apparently “killing Goliath” in charismatic services here in Brazil is now a thing.
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Musical Interlude: Marsalis and Spok
Wynton Marsalis is an internationally known American jazz trumpeter. Maestro Spok is a less-well-known, but no-less-virtuoso saxophonist. Together, they put on a mind-blowing performance here. The the music style is called Frevo, and it is native to the city of Recife, Brazil. Marsalis talks about this trip to Recife here.
My First Funeral, or The Tragic End of “Birdy Bird”
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Remembering Larry
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