“An unprofitable servant of God,” her father called me. His eyes black as blood. Angie loved him, but she adored (worshiped) me. “Don’t defile her purity boy,” he’d say. “Your love should be for Christ, not my Angie.” He spoke of love, but couldn’t grasp Divine Love, our love. So it was necessary. Silly detail [...]
Call me Esau. Or call me Edom, for that is the name of my nation and of my people, the Edomites. I have become very wealthy and powerful, acquiring vast amounts of land, countless flocks and herds, a great household, and an army of 400 men. I am a self made man. All that I [...]
My girl comes home from church, wearing that pretty flower dress. Every single Sunday, that same pretty flower dress. But there’s a stain that getting bigger. It troubles me, I must confess.