After leaving the church sixty years ago, I have a story to tell. I started to attend Sunday school out of abject loneliness, I was friendless in a sick family, how sick, Alcohol, incest, and a sex-driven mentality. As apples don’t fall far from the tree, my actions have brought…

Thank you, Mr. Martin, in my view you can wine and I will be supportive. There are one in one hundred same as I that have been incredibly blessed with a physical stature resembling a teenager, as I seldom miss a two-mile morning run. …

I was floating out in the ether, The spirit commanded, I followed, “ once more into the breach”. Copying that from a dude named Shakespeare! I’ve done this trek before many times but it still gets my attention, this time the triune spirit proclaims a one hundred year visit, Me thinks when this trip is over, you know war and all and other rotten influences, it will be a glad returning, this time for ten thousand years.

Being a firstborn boomer, I started the grief ride young as I packed up and walked away from home at age eight when my father raped my beloved sister, and the police quickly returned me to the inhuman wilderness. My first girlfriend chose another, and that stung. Then the second…

There are advantages to growing up in an insidious environment. Most people dislike you, so you're forced to take the low road, which constitutes rotten learning nonstop. The playground for spiritual issues belongs to you and not the comfortable folks. The spirit teaches one to read between the lines and to read facial expressions accurately, Now a lie can be seen, a greedy person is shone, and a selfish person can not hide, the trouble is spirit 101 is a five-decade-long class without breaks.

Millions of folks worldwide are forever experiencing the product of Iron. The blacksmith must first heat the metal to a scalding red glow, then beat it fiercely to form the shape desired, that’s us, folks, take the beating the blessed finish product will be your delight. In the blacksmith’s forge for eight decades, That's not so long if one starts the clock at the big bang beginning.

Yes, we broken folks are the epitome of shivering aloneness. What can we do? Let us seek ways of finding internal friendship, from synapse to synapse, neuron to neuron, where we find God stuff. We need know one, but others are Quick to join us as we search past the Milky Way to a place called heaven. Buckle up and get ready for a fantastic ride.

My sorrow and my wounds were mocked, they were your joy, and the rich kid with clean clothes were outspoken. Many that are broken can’t yet stand, the murderous rage was caused often by your selfish behavior. Think before you speak, sir and madam, as your safety may be in jeopardy. For some, brokenness leads to faithfulness, share your hope and the reward is yours.

I found contentment, it has taken eight decades, but who is counting. Fifty years ago, I drove to a secluded area and proper myself up against a tree, and began writing my suicide note. Watering eyes made the writing difficult, so I did not say much. Using a razor blade…