Yesterday a kid, a boy probably six, seven years old saw the pickles pictured above. He was with his dad and his mother. His dad had a hard look stamped on his face. The boy asked his dad if he could get one of the pickles. The dad loudly barked NO! The boy says why n— and is interrupted as the man barks even louder I SAID NO! The boy slinked away, beaten down. Six or seven years old. I saw the look on his face. Beaten down by life, already.
I am beaten down, too. It was all I could do to control myself. To stop myself. From beating the boy's dad with my bare fists. I wanted to beat him until he asked me for mercy, then I would spit in his face NO!
NO!
The shit most of us hear our whole lives. NO! From parents, teachers, bosses, banks, anybody we have to ask something from. Fuck them all.
The greatest miracle Jesus ever performed was convincing us that He actually loved people, cared about them, wanted to bring them into His kingdom. This biological garbage? Us? The Word became flesh to serve this scum?
There is nothing in the historical record that would make one question the sincerity of Jesus' mission.
What a miracle! What a nearly unbelievable miracle! That He would leave the Throne of Heaven to recycle this human garbage!
I’ve been angry for all the days of my life that I can recollect.
I would like to believe I have the faith of Jesus Christ, but, of course, I am not fit to judge, that judgment is left to Christ.
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