Spiritual Growth

  When I was in second grade I got my mouth washed out with soap. I no longer remember what I said; I remember only the horrible taste of Ivory soap as the teacher rammed the bar into my mouth and then made me wash down the sudsy residue with wate …

  My friend Andre and I were blasting down a dirt road in the Florida backwoods in his dad’s brand new 1975 Delta 88, a car so big that only a few minor modifications would be needed to turn it into a combat vehicle. We were approaching 60 mph whe …