A Modified Jesus
by Janice Daugharty
Young lovers in the 1960s, my boyfriend and I sinned all week; on Sundays, I repented. He was a boy so didn't have to. With nothing much to do in our woodsy home county, we visited the area churches on Sunday. What we heard didn't really pertain because we were young and in love and couldn't die. Heaven and hell were for old people. We were eager to be alone, together in my boyfriend's car.