Speaking with a friend today I ventured onto the topic of God and sin, and in my effort to articulate/confess my transgressions in the context of my perception of 'relationship' with God the whole affair became quite unintelligible and rather embarrassing. As an excuse for the failure to articulate my thoughts clearly I claimed to have been dropped on my head several times as a baby. Shame should have kicked in at this point but to reinforce my justification I pointed out that this fact shouldn't matter because he—my friend—wasn't too bright anyway. We got on famously after that as old friends do.
Well...thank God for old friends.
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