by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
My Aunt Dora once busted a church service to smithereens with one simple sentence.
We had a visitin’ minister who was a bit of a grand poobah in our denomination and durin’ the course of his sermon he tore into a long explanation of why our National Church had recently sent $80,000 to a violent activist group. The group had been jailed