by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Like a supper of uncooked chicken, I had expected it to come back up sooner or later.
Last week in the Coonridge Saintly Seniors Sunday school class (translated: too old to make it down the stairs to the basement class), the subject of God’s wrath reared its ugly head.
Viola Leem, who makes it her full-time occupation to interpret God’s will to