Jesus is not some abstract idea or person who died 2,000 years ago. He is alive. He said, “I will never leave you.”
“Please, Jesus, take away my suffering.” Just try it.
Along the way I eat a rotten apple. Soon my body feels like an overstuffed bag of dirt.
Time is something that speeds by on a billion schedules, pattering its way around the world in an infinitely interactive lacy web.
I want a sandwich. I want ice-cream. I want to eat with love. With people I love.
The past is a living shadow.
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
Like a lot of people, I wake up every morning. I’m sure this is true because I’m alive. Again. I’m in a living room, on a sofa. Staring at my hands.