A man sits on a straight-back chair at a heavy table near a bare light in an otherwise dark room. A man sits there alone in tattered clothes and unkempt hair, with green-yellow teeth. He neither smiles nor frowns. He scarcely breathes.
A man sits at the table alone because once he let himself offer an opinion on a matter he could not influence in any way.
Opinions expressed here are my own, not those of the church I serve or any other person.
3 thoughts on “Religious Fundamentalism: A Man Sits at a Table”
batin’ my breath, then!
Rick,
Don’t tweet about it until its done!
🙂
Tim
Problem. I do not know when it is done. Or why the tweet tweets…
This could prove confusing. I just did it again. I have the tweet thing up somehow. It appears to notify you automatically. I cannot imagine how or what to do about it…
Existential angst is the result…