When still nominally 'believing' I was more struck by God's sense of humor (of which I was a perpetual victim) and I never felt 'protected'.
Wonky shit still happens to me, but it doesn't take a God with a warped sense of humor to explain it.
Wonky shit still happens to me, but it doesn't take a God with a warped sense of humor to explain it.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.