The Crone (a Poem)

Her lips turn blue as she shivers with cold and she wonders how she’s gotten so old.   Her hands are gnarled, they can’t knit anymore; her shoulders cave in – they never get warm.   Folks bring her clothes: sweaters, shawls and gloves; she knows that they try so hard out of love.  Continue reading “The Crone (a Poem)”

What is the Bible?

Boy, that is indeed a loaded question, and by asking it and giving an answer, I am definitely setting myself up for criticism. However, when God gives me a task, I must obey. This may be the most evangelistic post I’ll ever write, at least it is up until this point. Am I comfortable? HeckContinue reading “What is the Bible?”