I saw Jesus napping in a hammock in my backyard. A transistor radio lay on his chest. A baseball game was on.
I missed the Resurrection. I was born too late. But I heard about it. Boy, did I ever.
Today tyrants are put on notice. Today is Palm Sunday.
I’m on a crusade. Nothing but death will stop me
I could write a “book of regrets.”
But not to their god. Their god is too small.
Once upon a time, 52.1 million white evangelicals found themselves wandering in a wilderness. And then along came the devil.
I’m not giving up anything. I’m not taking on anything. I’m happy with the way I am.
America once aspired to be a city on a hill. That city has fallen.
My friend is easily triggered these days. He goes off at the mere mention of a certain name.
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