by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the north side of the Ridge.
Gabriel was breathless. "Lord!" he puffed, "We’ve got to do something! Have you seen the consternation down there? The arguing and the court cases and…"
He noticed that God was paying little attention. "Lord? Are you listening to me?"
"Uh… sure. What were you saying?"
"Lord, it’s this terrible argument between the creationists and the evolutionists. It’s grabbing