As I settle in at my keyboard, my neighbour (who restores older vehicles), is cruising happily down our street with the windows down and the radio on high. Without restraint, in joyful volume, the Byrds are singing familiar words from the book of Ecclesiastes: “To everything, there is a season … turn, turn, turn; and a time to every purpose unto heaven.” How apt.
International Christian Community of Teacher Educators Journal: Vol. 10
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.georgefox.edu/icctej/vol10/iss2/2