His Cave

          For all my life I was told that there is a God. Every Wednesday and Sunday, the same old preacher, would preach the same old things, from the same old book. I never once questioned it; I didn't think too. Mama said going to church is good for the soul; didn't believe her, didn't question her. I didn't question things a lot, he said it was because the adolescent were taught not to question those above you; I didn't question what he said either.