Do You Pray? Why? and What For?
A treatise for an exhausted Deity and what to do about it
The small line of childish items sat on my narrow window sill, right next to where the dense, thick fragrance of the gardenia bush floated through the screen and into my small bedroom.
I had laid them out when I had gone to bed, just for God. If there was a God, I thought, He would take…