just got back from said town. mexican town is a few blocks of goodness nestled under the shadow of the ambassador bridge in downtown detroit. as my mother and i were leaving, the host on duty took a liking to us. i’m not sure if he had a glass eye or not, but he didn’t
blind and deaf
i catch myself this morning thinking of everyone else scripture applies to. but it’s me. i am the blind one. i am the deaf one. i am the servant god depended upon that looked and never saw, that heard and listened to nothing. ‘it enveloped them in flames, yet they did not understand; it consumed