Here is what I learned about God. I was 35 years old before it happened, about a year after the death of my son.

I studied the bible like hell (hah. what a contradiction of terms), and I still didn’t get it. I refused to believe that my son, however, was just dust in the earth. I refused to believe that finality.

I had always thought I had to understand to believe. The simple fact is that you have to believe to understand.

No matter what, though, you have got to believe in something. . .I know about those dark holes, you have to step out of them or they will swallow you dry. . .

Cbeth
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