Kid Brother to a Ragamuffin

The father loves me because I will die, and will take up my life again. Because, dying isn’t enough, we must perish to ourselves but live towards God.
   It’s so easy to take up a cross and die, but sometimes it’s hard to walk with the cross on our backs. We seem to say that […]

Love God die happy.

I find this truth evident the product of my own flesh. That no man is perfect, and all men are sinful. The putrid stentch in my members envelopes my Spirit. In the balances of justice I am favored because of God’s perception. I do not hate myself, instead I hate what I have become. My […]