What’s Sown In Fear . . .

The preacher’s bald head flushed red like a stop sign. Stop and listen because you’re going to hell! His veins bulged. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Pacing back and forth on the crimson red carpet of the tiny country church, he shouted about sin and hell and eternal damnation. Terrified, I listened to everyContinue reading “What’s Sown In Fear . . .”