Originally Posted by illnillinois
Jesus is my brother, not my fucking daddy..
I am who i am, and I am comfortable with that and he is too.
I am sure he hates the mouth, but loves the times I pullover to help an elderly person or handicap person make the trip across non-forgiving intersections, or the near accidents that i cause giving a Pedrestrian the right of way in a crosswalk, maybe my love to help or give what i can to a stranger in need, no matter how I feel they will use my help. A gift is to be given with out strings, or concerns where he/she will spend it.
So the flaw of not being a church going, bible thumping, parted down the middle haircut, doesn't mean I dont love ALL my brothers and sisters.
One god, one plan, one answer..