I am standing by a box and I'm blind-folded. In the box there are objects of varying size, shape, texture, color, maybe even scent. Or at least that's what I've been told. I think maybe I can hear the objects clinking against each other when somebody walks by and leans against the box. My hands are grasping the edge of the box, and I know it's there, and I feel like maybe I can see out my fingertips and into the depths. But I can't just reach in, because what if I do something wrong and get hurt? No, I'm blind-folded, so I'll have to take your word for it; take your word for it that these things are truly there, and that they mean something.
But they must be real, because why else would there be a box? Only why am I blind-folded? Did I put the blind-fold on myself, or did someone else do it a long time ago? And what the hell is keeping me from taking it off so I can see into the damn box and reach for those magic things?!
This is how I feel about being a Christian these days.
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girrgle. I love you and miss you so much. And you should write more public things. DAMN.
Thank you for your words I love you.
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