Some things I want to write about are more about faith in some unknown that is referred to as God or the Universe, or by another name, or no name at all. This spirit may or may not exist. The eternal and undeniable truth is we do not know. Thus, I have no faith in those who claim to know, and I can’t imagine how one justifies condemning someone else’s religion.

I don’t know, but… I believe there’s… Something.

You believe what you believe. Please don’t use any scripture for hate or hateful acts. Even writing this, I am aware of how words are not enough. Hearts. Souls. Poison. War. That is our story. Humankind.

Thursday, July 23, 2026- People have been checking this page. No updates. I still have the same disdain for hypocrites; my only defense for my own hypocrisy being that I don’t claim to be reborn, or try to evangelize. I am no role model. Too much pressure. I have seen people who did claim rebirth backslide, their zeal diminished. When asked, the response is, “Well, you know.” Yes.

Still, once whatever it is that pushes us to do good works, to be fair with others and honest with ourselves becomes part of us; it comes back. For this we should be grateful. If we are not eternally saved, we can, perhaps, be salvageable.

Shoutout to SKIP FRYE for his very human prayer and harmonica rendition of. “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” on “PINCH MY SALT.”

Monday, April 20, 2026- I may have some issues with organized religion, phony preachers, twisters and weaponizers of any faith.

IN the story of Jesus and the adulterous woman brought to him (John 8:5), if you imagine what the crowd might do when Jesus said the person without sin should cast the first stone, I think the first stone would be thrown at him.

Or… Later.