I hear the word ‘will’ a lot. Everyone has a will they are promoting.
“It’s the Lords will…” that’s the minister who descended as soon as he heard I was in a coma.
I don’t much like his god if He willed me sick. He, the minister not his god, suggests that a Recreation Center annexed to the church would be a nice commemorative gesture.
Reverend Peterson inserts this suggestion into his conversations with my family every chance he gets, as he promotes the idea that there was a master plan for me to be thrown from my horse and die.
I don’t like the minister and I really hope there is a hell so he can go there.