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Revival Lesson

The traveling preacher is on fire,
speaking of Agape: nonsexual
love.  “Nonsensical love,” I say. For
what sort of love rejects the needs
of the beloved’s body? I shift my position on his lap as the tent flaps and
shudders in the wind.

On the last morning I plunge my hand into the chipped brown
pot put to use by the church ladies, and snatch utensils to ladle out
gummy mac-n-cheese. I nod, I smile, I scoop. 

“Good morning, Pastor.”

The deacons come, bearing a fat
envelope. My beloved turns his back and raises open hands.