Posted on June 27, 2012 at 2:13pm
The medic stood and faced God. Which must always come to pass. He hoped his uniform was clean, He'd gotten dressed kind of fast.
"Step forward now, medic. How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?"
The medic squared his shoulders and said, "No Lord I guess I ain't, cause those of us who wade in blood, can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough. And at times I've been… Continue