...trudging into the distance in the bleeding stinking mad shadow of Jesus...the Lord out of dust had created him, had made him blood and nerve and mind, had made him to bleed and weep and think, and set him in a world of loss and fire... --Flannery O'Connor
(H/T The Daily Dish).
But he wouldn't have hated my grandmama's fig preserves on scratchmade biscuits with butter!
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