Ichabod discovers glory (2)

Ichabod blew out a cloud of smoke, now analyzing the ceiling. “Pastor, I ain’t no child. You don’t have to speak in riddles anymore. Of course, it’s the farmer that does those things, and speakin’ of farmers I best be headin’ home now.” Ichabod made to walk out the door but Pastor John said, “Not just yet, boy. Sit back down.” Ichabod sat. He hadn’t really intended to walk out, he just wanted to make sure that Pastor John knew he was a bit impatient with these little word games. Pastor John...