WARNING: RELIGION AHEAD. MAY CONTAIN SPIRITUAL REFERENCES. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. YOU MAY BE CONVERTED.
my life is an open book. there are parts in it.
when i drift too far from the shore, as they say in bluegrass gospels, there is always one thing guaranteed to bring me back: Rock Bottom.
i always come back to jesus when i am either wearing some sort of neck brace in an ambulance, passed out on a dirty bathroom floor in a frat house or puking on a member of law enforcement. other times i’ve just committed some terrible, unmentionable criminal or moral offense.
i call them my ‘this isn’t working,’ moments, when life choices seem — unwise. it is usually here when i vow to abandon all harmful behavior, and like any good dog set on not returning to his vomit, i crack open my bible and i set out anew. for an average of about three months.
a wretched man that i am. who will deliver me?
but in the wake of shitstorm 2007, the clouds have given way to blue skies and all is peaceful and happy in family, job, food, health, finances.
i have never crawled back to jesus in this state of mind.
it will be interesting to see what happens next, no? place your bets.
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