As a result, we are no longer to be children, tossed here and there by waves and carried about by every wind of doctrine, by trickery of men, by craftiness in deceitful scheming; but speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in all aspects into Him…
Some more 50-word stories:
The pain of its abrasive surface—unrivalled. Cheaper, true. Longer-lasting, yes. Yet its indescribable texture begs the question of value. Like sandpaper on a baby’s cheek? Razor blades on rose petals? Unweathered rock against virgin grass? Surely none to extreme to describe one-ply paper on tender gluteal flesh.