This is my favorite motto about the real world where all of us are the Mother’s Earth children. I was raised starting with Catholicism and later converting to Southern Baptist. Some peers became Christians because of conviction. They asked me if I was ready to die. No but they said they were ready to die. Why wait..... so on forth. One night I experienced the spiritual feeling as I was rebutted by my peer who was staunch Bible-believing fellow. I was automatically lost sheep until I battled against my alcoholism as I almost lost my job. Since I relapsed with my spiritual disease and attended several treatments, I had to find different people, place and thing. So since Catholicism has the reputation for die-hard drinkers like me, I had to escape it and attended Southern Baptist. I was puzzled that the man-made object(the Bible) was perfect. As a former Trump voter, I automatically marked him off on the election.
I coped with my anxiety nausea after seeing evil in Trump who resembled me as Bible Cain just like my deceased brother. The day after the Capital Riot, I vomited several times and survived at remote learning with my students. I rebuked my oldest brother(staunch Catholic) out of 7 siblings after my baby sister called Trump Cult.
I am ashamed to be an American....can’t you see evil in Trump who reminded me of the deceased brother....
anyway, I question the validity of the revelation since are there any witness(es) verifying the final chapter and I read an eastern philosophy book loaned by my seventeen son. My two boys question the authentic book-the Bible and my wife was upset as she is obsessed with the salvation as I am questioning myself as a father of two boys. Shall I send one son to the eternal hell? Damn no and I woke up after the election and made a noise to my FB circle on the post regarding Christian Supremacy. I see different reactions by SBC folks at my church.
So every spectrum is HIs design as I believe in the creator and the earth is our mother that we shall take care of it eternally that Trump don’t see.
My last drink is August 1, 1998.
WOKE=See for yourself