The Cult in the Park
Christianity in the shadows
It was a humid Tuesday in July, and the silhouettes of trees were towering over my father and I as we walked our dog, Butters, through the park. It was nearly 11PM, and the moisture in the air was so thick that it began coating our skin the second we emerged from the car.
Butters has a bright caramel blonde coat, but a…
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