CCR lay motionless on the ground. He couldn’t feel his legs or his arms. He couldn’t feel his heart
“Don’t bother trying to move, chump” came a voice from the shadows, “I’ve robbed you of your body parts.”

Recently someone, friend or foe, brought to my attention the power of metaphor. As we all know, “metaphor” is French for “crap.” Sadly, most people at this godly university don’t know French, so I have decided to step out and give everyone a lesson in linguistics. So off we go, on a trip, way up there, in the stars, to the land, the street of metaphor.

Hello, sweet brothers ‘n’ sisters in His mighty Name.

Fancy country club, black tie affair, delicious food.

These are the images that drift through my mind as the woman inviting me to her son’s wedding reception rattles on. I assure her that I can fit it into my schedule.