There were different voices calling me. I asked who they were, and they said, "We are here to take care of you. We will fix you up. Come with us."
They began to physically humiliate me in the most degrading ways.
It was getting very bright, rapidly. When the light came near, its radiance spilled over me...
...and I just rose up - not with my effort - I just lifted up. Then I saw - and I saw this very plainly - I saw all my wounds, all my tears, all my brokenness, melt away.
Won't vote because I stopped reading here.
They began to physically humiliate me in the most degrading ways.
It was getting very bright, rapidly. When the light came near, its radiance spilled over me...
...and I just rose up - not with my effort - I just lifted up. Then I saw - and I saw this very plainly - I saw all my wounds, all my tears, all my brokenness, melt away.
Won't vote because I stopped reading here.
Jesus is like Pinocchio. He's the bastard son of a carpenter. And a liar. And he wishes he was real.