wash me clean

wash me clean

She slipped in quietly, turning on one lamp near my bedside. She moved about her work without saying much, in a ritualistic sort of way–her arms strong, and face tender. She smiled at me when I opened my eyes, “I’m here to clean you up a bit...
God’s Word…

God’s Word…

One Friday night when I was 18, a friend and I left to do one of those college visits, the ones to see if you want to spend huge sums of money on over four years, and most likely the twenty years following also.  I had a soccer game that night, so we embarked on our,...
teach your children…

teach your children…

Recently I was scrolling through one of my social media pages and saw a picture of a woman who was naked, except for those long gloves that go to your elbows, and a Zorro like mask that may have had feathers in it, and she was riding a tiger out in a dry, barren...