I woke up this morning with Jesus standing over me, giving me the side-eye. I don’t know if he sees that I could be the reason Hell is up for grabs or the fact that he knows the Devil wants nothing to do with me. I’m no Saint. I am as imperfect as Hell is real.
“To err is human. God doesn’t make mistakes.” Ɔhurch folks are quick to say this. The same people say, “God loves all his children.” I ask, “If God made man in his image, why does man frown upon one another? Aren’t we all human?”