Without Belief would I be accepted? Of course, I would. So I know others like me, that they spend time on the phone, that they write notes to me, that more could now ever be as it is, or even better. Each person resides in their own mind, or not as I would have Val and Mel, these friends, only once found each man for finding God, Masking his own bed, finally and forever helping others. This is my college–the school not of hard knocks, where we ease the way for others. That is the point—we ease the way for others. And if they can, they ease the way for helping others. We can’t always do our part, but knowing isn’t always the only way, and maybe we should not know.
Sometimes I’m filled with resentment and pride, but who is to know all that stuff about me? When I place my leg into the pant leg, that should be enough, enough to call me human, and humanity in it’s dereliction of the naked, shivering soars in mouth, teeth, what are teeth, and what became of these people what of people, “Mommy don’t let them do that to me.” I was sobbing on the couch next to mommy, she said that this was only a picture of such a place. She never used the words Concentration Camp, or Nazi, or Gestapo, or SS, or Kadaphy, or Edi Amin, or Pol Pot. These in human inventions, and humans treating others with utmost hate. The deprived children of their mothers and fathers. For me this is only one of an infinite reasons to chose Jesus, this man who stood for and was eternal Love, who shouldered transgression, sin and hate upon his back, soughing off to Dachau.
Charles Taylor. 06-16-2018
