Post by Joey on Jun 14, 2018 15:25:09 GMT -5
By the grace of god, we are all just servants of our lord.
My name is Jude. Saint to some, sinner to others.
This is not typical of me. It is not typical of anyone really. I have come and gone to a thousand places, a thousand churches, a thousand rings and arenas. And I have forgotten each face, each city, each time.
I want to speak to Rumpke, place him close, so that he can hear I too have a heart, burnt and rummaged as any other. I wish I could tell him things would be alright. But I feel that would be a lie. I want to comfort him and tell him that life wont always be this difficult. But that too would be a lie. I know life is hard, and will always be hard for most of us in this life.
I want to tell Rumpke to be strong, to stay the course. I want to tell Rumpke that God has a plan for him and for us all. But that too would be a lie. I think sometimes, most times, God is just a chicken without a brain, playing bingo with all our lives. Either that or some all powerful malevolent child with too much time on his hands and playing with lives he will never understand.
I have a plan for my ant farm, it doesnt mean I should play god. But through it all I have to keep my faith. Because in our darkest times, our most harshest of times, it is faith that will keep us from total despair. And if we drown in despair, then its all over.
So Rumpke, do not despair, do not want, keep strong, and let loose those demons, when all else fails, let the demons roam, but always keep them on a short leash. Remember you are in control and you say when the demons scream. This I know myself, my demons scream at me all the time, and I too scream back.
In the end isnt that what we all are, just a bunch of screaming nothings? So I guess I would tell Rumpke that you are not alone. You never were.
….Fade..to….Darkness…..
My name is Jude. Saint to some, sinner to others.
This is not typical of me. It is not typical of anyone really. I have come and gone to a thousand places, a thousand churches, a thousand rings and arenas. And I have forgotten each face, each city, each time.
I want to speak to Rumpke, place him close, so that he can hear I too have a heart, burnt and rummaged as any other. I wish I could tell him things would be alright. But I feel that would be a lie. I want to comfort him and tell him that life wont always be this difficult. But that too would be a lie. I know life is hard, and will always be hard for most of us in this life.
I want to tell Rumpke to be strong, to stay the course. I want to tell Rumpke that God has a plan for him and for us all. But that too would be a lie. I think sometimes, most times, God is just a chicken without a brain, playing bingo with all our lives. Either that or some all powerful malevolent child with too much time on his hands and playing with lives he will never understand.
I have a plan for my ant farm, it doesnt mean I should play god. But through it all I have to keep my faith. Because in our darkest times, our most harshest of times, it is faith that will keep us from total despair. And if we drown in despair, then its all over.
So Rumpke, do not despair, do not want, keep strong, and let loose those demons, when all else fails, let the demons roam, but always keep them on a short leash. Remember you are in control and you say when the demons scream. This I know myself, my demons scream at me all the time, and I too scream back.
In the end isnt that what we all are, just a bunch of screaming nothings? So I guess I would tell Rumpke that you are not alone. You never were.
….Fade..to….Darkness…..
