The old man reads his dog-eared bible out loud, but at least it’s Luke. He didn’t shit himself; just sat in the mud, or what we’d like to call the Town Square. He says a couple of things we didn’t know: like how even if anyone comes to Him and does not like one’s pool, one cannot be His disciple. Note the big H. Note the old man’s inability to stand up. Pull him up, kid, let him return to us. He smells of fresh earth.
