The Half-Life of a Believer Lingering in the Tomb Death is a cold thud onto unforgiving earth. It’s the keening wail of a bereft soul.Death is an empty stare. An icy rain. A debt come due in a d...Read More
Rock, Paper, Scissors, Spock, Lazarus (or truth when facing death)
Dead things hold little promise. Death is a line that, once crossed, carries a weight worthy of holy pause.I remember sitting through one Sunday ...Read More
