
Prayer for the Morning
By Audette Fulbright Fulson
Did you rise this morning,
broken and hungover
with weariness and pain
and rage tattered from waving too long in a brutal wind?

By Audette Fulbright Fulson
Did you rise this morning,
broken and hungover
with weariness and pain
and rage tattered from waving too long in a brutal wind?

By Sammy Adebiyi
Five days before I preached a sermon on homosexuality, I got this comment on my blog:
Keep your phony ass bigot bulls**t and your pious sense of higher status to yourself, you piece of trash.