The Mosquito Truck

When the clouds of immorality and doctrinal departures waft our way, would to God our response was as prompt and energetic as our closing the windows when the mosquito truck drives up the street.

As we sat at the supper table, it was The Maiden who first heard the ominous hum from the next street over. She sat at attention, caught ours, and about the moment we all heard it, she pronounced, "T…