There may not be a sabbath but there is gospel music which gladdens my heart. I almost wish I had once been awash in sin (gay sex in seedy motels, heroin use, spousal abuse) so I could be born again with conviction. As it stands I would merely be giving up the occasional naughty cheerleader video and taking the Lord's name in vain. Yawn!
I towed a Cuban man to a garage using towels tied together in sheepshank knots. At the end of it he bought me repulsive hot dog at Stripes and said,
"You're close to being born again, right?"
I nodded as the wings of Jesus brushed my beard. When He was on the cross I was on His mind. If you can sum it up in a 4 part harmony gospel song then it must be true.
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