Struggling to surrender “my right to myself” and identify completely with Christ.
I offer my hand. Harold glances down at my hand. Then he looks me in the eye. He takes my hand. His grip is extreme. My mind jumps to that moment where he indicated he might not allow me to leave. I put that behind me as I promised. “Maybe […]
Harold says nothing and does nothing to stop me. Once outside, I turn to take one last look at my discovery in the cave. I’m more curious than ever about this interesting man. What an opportunity I miss because I behaved so inhumane. Harold keeps watching me. He cannot trust […]
Harold’s hand smacks the cave wall just beside my head, “Why did you ever come here?” “Something deep within me,” My voice trembling even though I try not to appear shaken. Harold smacks the cave wall again, “The question was rhetorical.” He punches the wall with his fist and then […]
I’m not Sasquatch Listening to Harold speak with such a rich tone and perfect diction, I forget about his bizarre appearance, but then I look up and all I can think is how much he resembles pictures I’ve seen of Big Foot. “Have you ever been mistaken for Big Foot?” […]
It has been months, maybe even a year since I hike the woods near my home. Part of Pigeon Creek runs through it. This part of the creek is not the most beautiful or sanitary. So, often I pay it little attention. Yet, something deep inside of me urges me […]
