Today Macbeth and his lady, Pilate, Isaiah all tried to wash blood from their hands.
In bowls of lego, dirty water, money, earth and nothing, yes a bowl of nothing, to try and wash away that spot, and with it a question to ponder.
There was nothing, nothing in the beginning.
Well no there was the Word.
In the beginning was the Word.
And the Word was life and light.
But they washed their hands of the Word.
Belief was washed away by fear.
All things that are
came through him.
If the Word is washed away