Friday, April 15, 2016
Mercurial
Rip and Monica
Monica turned utterly sweet.
Next day, singularly vicious!
He fled by running through the
park. There colliding with a
dwarf on roller skates, who
sneered "I told you so! Didn't
I tell you?"
"How could you tell me? I never
met you!"
"Know-it-all!"
Following day, Monica beyond lovely,
and it led to mad sex.
Predictably, it wasn't long before
her scorched earth policy again
instituted.
“Enough!” she finally yelled. “I'm
gonna be steady-state from this
moment on! Not more ripping, Rip.”
Only joke she ever made, and she
enjoyed it, but moderately.
Ordinariness eventually led Rip to join
a group building a prayer tower in the
Colombian jungle.
Too much junk enabled them not to lay
stone one.
But, mellowed Rip, and he rejoined Monica
to speak of Jesus, though conservatively.
They got married in a storefront church on
a roaring boulevard.
Labels: Born Again, erratic behavior, Jesus, Prayer, relationship, sex, storefront church
Monday, December 07, 2015
Losing to Faith
Intos
Though Luke’s parents pounded it into
his head from Toddlerhood, finally asked
“Which one is HE?”
They signed him into St Teresa’s, and Most
Reverend Markham, MD, deposited him into
the “Jesus Ward.”
A joke to the nurses, but true enough.
Labels: Christianity, clergy, Jesus, MD, mental illness, nurses, parents, priest, religious instruction, toddler
