Arthur was our church’s resident crazy man. He was unemployable, quirky, and creepy. His long suffering wife put up with his craziness to the great amazement of all of us who knew them.
I hurriedly left my office and drove toward my home where I was going to put my car, out of sight, into the garage. But in my rearview mirror appeared Arthur, clearly following me home. I took a longer route and eventually lost him. Several minutes later the door bell rang. Continue reading Come Out of Him