by Pastor Brian L. Chronister
My first experience with it was at age 17 or thereabouts. Her name was Michelle and I don’t remember what she did exactly. I think she must have smiled at me in the school hallway, brushed against me accidentally, asked me a question that made it clear she enjoyed my company or laughed at one of my jokes. Whatever she did unleashed a power that turned me into a cartoon character.
by Pastor Brian L. Chronister
Isaac walked warily, picking his steps to avoid the jagged rocks that cut his bare feet. Alert to the spurts of fire that erupt randomly from beneath the ground, he is naked, his feet marred by nasty burns from contact with the glowing embers that seem to lie everywhere. He has searing pain that never ends from wounds that never heal. There is no healing in this place, he mutters to himself. Angry, in an eternal foul mood, he ignores the others that wander nearby. They are fools, worthless, selfish creatures who will do nothing to ease his misery. He looks up at the black sky and spits, hoping that his disgust will reach the very throne of God.