Tag: Angst
My Savior Came Flipping Tables
Can one imagine thedepths of a man’ssoul? Among anticipated crowdsof bleating sheepand raised voices, Eager to see the merchandiseeach pitiful trinket,worthless bauble Compared to treasuresthe Father storesawaiting them in Heaven. “Come one, come all,a cross necklace for five dollars,”the salesman cries out. A Bible scenario,envisioned beforemy eyes. “How about a WWJD bracelet?The finest way to ...The Thinnest Edge
Both of them stand at a precipice. Neither of them dares to speak for fear of saying the wrong thing- or perhaps the right thing. He stands with arms outstretched, magic crackling up and down their tanned skin. At his fingertips, the magic is lightning. She doesn’t move because if she does, he’ll react. Instead, ...
