Went to church this morning voluntarily for the first time I can remember. My buddy Cease was laying the God down and I had to see it. He's a powerfull man. As powerfull as he is sexy, as he is kind. Can't say he pulled me back from the darkside, but he certainly posed the question.
"Does God love me?"
I find it a little hard to believe. And I guess that's why I continue to burn. God and I have not been on good terms this last decade or so. Still. I'll perform the ritual for a friend, and I am privileged to call Kevin my friend. I think the congregation may have prayed for me as well. Again, I don't believe in the efficacy of prayer, but I guess it can't hurt. I'll say a little prayer before I rest and see what happens.


Duke said…
“The church is near, but the road is icy; The bar is far away but I will walk carefully.” -Russion proverb

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