The Cross on My Wall – From Torture to Treasure
McKinley was quiet. She looked around the room, searching for something. Finally, she nodded her head toward the wall. “Mom, why is a Roman torture device hanging on the wall of our house?”
McKinley was quiet. She looked around the room, searching for something. Finally, she nodded her head toward the wall. “Mom, why is a Roman torture device hanging on the wall of our house?”