the bandit of posts
the lord works in mysterious ways
but what lord is mysterious
like a snake in the tree of life
who scares us with an apple?
We are together now, on the highway to Jerusalem.Because when I got my prayer answered that night it also said now stand up and walk like a man. So here I am thirty four years later still doing the walk of life. One foot on the Jesus road and one foot in the grave.
The only prayer that matters to me anymore is gratitude. And in spite of the black mood swings I am still grateful to be alive. Grateful I did not succumb to my suicidal and homicidal impulses. Grateful for the grace that saved a wretch like me.