The God Who Is There

Posted on by Eric

I didn't want to do it. I couldn't deny that Laura's idea was a good one, but I just didn't want to bother the neighbor. We found an iron rod with a small diameter in our basement, bequeathed to us with love by the former owner. It would do if we could get it cut to the right length and welded back together in the right shape. Our neighbor, you may remember, is a metal worker. He could do the job in a few minutes, but I hated the idea of knocking on his door, him opening up, and internally is heart dropping, thinking, Oh, it's Eric again. I wonder what he wants this time.

Waiting To Get Wet

Posted on by Eric

"We had decided to take a step out of our boat and see if the raging waves would hold us up. That morning outside the supermarket, our feet were still falling—hadn't hit the waves yet—and it wasn't looking like the waves were going to be able to hold us up. In fact, I was wondering if car trouble meant we shouldn't just fling ourselves back in the boat, that is, return home, put our pajamas back on, and spend the rest of the day binge watching Columbo."

Walking in the Darkness

Posted on by Eric

"Night descended on the weary wayfarer, and with it came fears of thieves without and shivers from the cold within. Thick clouds hugged the earth and blocked out the moon and stars, and so the man walked down the dusty road beneath his thoughts and the suffocating darkness."