Here we go.



God has finally knocked me on the head hard enough to get my attention.



I know that I've done things, said things, thought things that would make any decent person vomit. I know that I've always struggled with the idea that "God" was more than just a name to be prayed to, a name to be feared. This "God" figure seemed to be drawn up as a mixture of Santa Claus and the Bogeyman. And from encounters with "Christians," (you know the type,) I had pretty much signed… Continue