Because I Show You My Pain, I

As The Roman Empire Came To Its Close, All The Old Gods Of The Pagan World Were Seen As Demons By The Christians Who Rose. It Was Useless To Tell Them As The Centuries Passed That Their Christ Was But Another God Of The Wood, Dying And Rising, As Dionysus Or Osiris Had Done Before Him, And That The Virgin Mary Was In Fact The Good Mother Again Enshrined. Theirs Was A New Age Of Belief And Conviction, And In It We Became Devils, Detached From What They Believed, As Old Knowledge Was Forgotten Or Misunderstood.

A Perfectly Evil Devil Makes Even Less Sense Than A Perfect God.

My Faith In Christ Is Central To My Life. My Conversion From A Pessimistic Atheist Lost In A World I Didn't Understand, To An Optimistic Believer In A Universe Created And Sustained By A Loving God Is Crucial To Me. But Following Christ Does Not Mean Following His Followers. Christ Is Infinitely More Important Than Christianity And Always Will Be, No Matter What Christianity Is, Has Been, Or Might Become.

I Know Nothing Of God Or The Devil. I Have Never Seen A Vision Nor Learned A Secret That Would Damn Or Save My Soul.

Would That Death Were Like This. Would That One Would Sleep And Sleep And Sleep Forever.