...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
10.01.2020
I Want God
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness."
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