Jesus
You could hear a pin drop if it weren’t for the preacher standing in front of the congregation talking about the ultimate sacrifice. “He was beaten.” Meeting eyes around the room, he paced back and forth as he spoke. “He was bludgeoned.” His voice rose just a little. “Jesus Christ was hung on a cross…
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We were on a July float trip when my boyfriend decided to let me die in the raging current of the Salt River. Well, that’s the way I remember it at least. My arms flailing to catch nearby logs and sticks, I watched his backside go up the hill to lunch while I loudly vowed…
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