If truth were to come flying onto your forehead, with all the evidence you needed, but you didn’t like what it was, would you accept it as truth?
Are you willing to go against your culture, your family, your friends, the reputation you’re trying to uphold (for what reason?),and even your own comforts and desires,
to put yourself in a position to hear the truth?
I’ve often heard people say in the face of tragedy, “I don’t know how people could function without God.”
I’ve tried that before. I’ve tried functioning without him,
pretty much every day of my life, actually,
in one fashion or another.
The best way I can describe this feeling is
trying to put a veil over my lover’s face
and cheating on him with some stranger
knowing the whole time
He can still see me.
Whenever I’ve ignored God, I’ve felt like I’m in a bunch of pieces
buried on top of one another
with the most socially and personally acceptable one at the top,
the perverted and self-seeking ones hidden at the core,
and the most hurting ones at