Part 2, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

 Pastor Bruce and the four elders were with him on platform, beaming. The poinsettias on the steps of the platform stood tall with their red faces lifted toward the frigid  blueness streaming through the sanctuary skylight.  He felt like he was graduating again, but for some reason it felt more like kindergarten than university.  EvenContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”