It was Christmas eve and another arrow flew true, and once again we had sacred flesh down to earth.
Probably the two nicest compliments a person can receive. After all, down-to-earth and grounded both mean exactly what they say; remaining close to the good earth and in touch with all that is God’s miraculous creation.
In touch. Hands on. Aware. Reliable. Trustworthy. Honest. There when you need them. BloodBrothers.
And of course, which segment of our otherwise shattered, scattered, culture war society is more in touch with the good earth and these basic human attributes than the good people we find in hunting camps across the land.
As I dragged my…