The Flaming Tongue
THE FLAMING TONGUE A Story of the Cross By Roger and Phyllis 2020 The crew worked a late night and into the early morning to insure the life-sized icon of Christ on the Cross was erected and ready for the Sunday service. ”Phil!” cried out one of the work crew from the floor of the church, “be sure the nuts are tight…we don’t want the damn thing falling down like it did last time.” Phil was working up the high ladder affixing the icon of Christ on the Cross to the wall behind the pulpit. Good old Phil, now half asleep at the early hour, nodded, reached in his back pocket, withdrew his flask for a little fortification and carelessly tightened only one of the nuts to the restraining bolts. Phil thought, as the liquor …