But A Wound Unfelt Is A Wound

He Is The Playfulness Of Creation, Scandal And Utter Goodness, The Generosity Of The Ocean And The Ferocity Of A Thunderstorm; He Is Cunning As A Snake And Gentle As A Whisper; The Gladness Of Sunshine And The Humility Of A Thirty-mile Walk By Foot On A Dirt Road.

Instead Of Asking, 'what Should A Woman Do—what Is Her Role?' It Would Be Far More Helpful To Ask, 'what Is A Woman—what Is Her Design?' And, 'why Did God Place Woman In Our Midst?

We Have No Idea Who We Really Are. Whatever Glory Bestowed, Whatever Glory Is Being Restored, We Thought The Whole Christian Thing Was About... Something Else. Trying Not To Sin. Going To Church. Being Nice. Jesus Says It Is About Healing Your Heart, Setting It Free, Restoring Your Glory. A Religious Fog Has Tried To Veil All That, Put Us Under Some Sort Of Spell Or Amnesia, To Keeup Us From Coming Alive.

A Wound That Goes Unacknowledged And Unwept Is A Wound That Cannot Heal.

The Most Dangerous Man On Earth Is The Man Who Has Reckoned With His Own Death. All Men Die; Few Men Ever Really Live.