I've no desire to make a ruckus but something has to be said, somehow.
Whenever I drive past the scene of this crime, I'm reminded. Come on!
Thought he hit a dog? Inebriated (we surmise) and oblivious, he really thought:
"My precious career." Cowered, ran. Never admitted nor allocuted, right?
But there's a lesson in this. Jesus suffered for this sin. He died expunging it.
A carpenter! We've all made Jesus suffer, you see. His death releases in kind.
From guilt. It's Satan makes you feel bad about it. If you're uncomfortable with
the circumstance, you're being convicted. Give it all up and see the light. Amen.
Push has come to shove.
Won't be aggressed upon
nor humiliated by THEM.
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