My mind was just thumping, raging even, as I stared out into that field where about thirty seconds ago, two large men were and then vanished. My head, killing me as it was, made it impossible to think straight as I realized that I now must understand why I am technically in league with the Devil. I am not exactly a good Christian girl, but I am far from being a mortal sinner either, I have been to enough Sunday School classes to know that it takes a lot more than pre-marital sex to become friends with Satan. I did give myself a bit of the giggles as I thought over the fact that Satan should have come to see me about the pre-marital sex over 15 years ago anyway, because that was the last time I had had any. Nothing passes the smell test anymore really, so I do not know anything and am at least willing to admit it. I now have some time to reflect on my experiences and consider them in a broader context. It is necessary for me to reconsider my theological understanding. I need to recogniz...
The place where Jeremy Crow places his stuff.