How can you tell me, “I don’t blame you, it’s your right… defending your timing for a hunting trip that ended?” How do you think for a moment that this wretched man waiting for you, like a lost bird, would do such a thing? How do you believe that this man, who has roamed the streets barefoot like a mad stray, would forget, or time, or defend himself, or attack? But I forgive you, just as I have done and will continue to do. I forgive you because you mean more to me than myself or anything else, simply because I want you, I love you, and I cannot replace you. Now, when you say that, I cry like a child, and I feel tears raining in my chest.
Christians Keep Telling Me God Wants Me To Suffer
One of the many reasons I’m not a Christian is that everyone seems to have a different interpretation of what the Bible means. They…