When I was ten years my mother took me and my three sisters to the crucifixion of Jesus of Galilee. She would take us to just about all the ones to scare us into be ‘good little children’. It wasn’t that much different from the other ones, but this seemed just odd. Read more…
I present myself on bended knees in forgiveness for allow all the woman I have dealt with for every believing that their physical form was anything less than a Hallowed Vessel. The names you now wear badges of honor, do you and our seeds more dishonor with every generation. If indeed Christ Jesus rose in the newness of life then the curse stayed in the grave with sin and the old man. To give you a gift less than the Truth was the first of the dishonorable action and for that I am sorry. GOD gave us His Strength, but He gave you the nurturing half of His Creative Power. Read more…