FLAMMABLE BYTES FROM THE FRONTLINES

I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.  Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine.  I don’t want enough of Him to make me love a black man [or any different ethnic group] or pick beets with a migrant.  I want ecstasy, not transformation.  I want the warmth of the womb not a new birth.  I want about a pound of the eternal in a paper sack.  I’d like to buy $3 worth of God, please [How much do you want?].

- Wilbur Reese