The Woman, the Alligator, and the Swamp
God is the judge, and our job is simply to love people.
OxyContin, the Holy Spirit, and Townes Van Zandt
Her hair was red, but not nearly as red as the area rug that sat atop the aqua-green carpet in her living room. She was short and plump, yet not as round as the peanut M&Ms we ate while drinking coffee and discussing theology. Though nearly sixty years old, her Irish eyes sparkled with a…
