Jesus was whipped, beaten, and humiliated. It took 3 hours for his suffering to end. At that very instant a spark that would begin a revolution was started. 3 days later Jesus was resurrected and that fanned the spark in to a holy all consuming fire that burns just as bright now as it did more than 2000 years ago.
I had a calling when I was in first grade. I wanted The Lord to always be forever with me. I remember my First Holy Communion and the pin and bible that came with that day when I was 6 years old. I attended Religious classes at The Good Shepard Church in Rhinebeck, New York under Father Hines. I wanted to learn all I could about The Holy Trinity and The More of Jesus Christ. A man I never met but who had died for me so that I could live in The Kingdom of God. To a six year old, this is amazing. One man's death meant the whole world would be saved. Little did I know then that in four years I would do the unthinkable.
My first true love was killed by a drunk driver when I was ten. My world ended and my life in a living hell started. I always prayed for Kim and thanked The Lord daily for bringing her in to my life. We had been in the same classes since Kindergarten. She was very popular and the other's told her she should dump me.
She would not listen to them. She stood by me and when the others came around and would bait me in to a fight, she would whisper in my ear, don't do this, it is what they want. She would wrap her arm around my waist and lead me away from them. That worked fine till one day in fifth grade when Tim hit Kim on the playground and broke her glasses. I helped Kim up and then I felt pure white hot rage and a demon was released. I punched Tim and then all Hades broke lose on the playground. Everyone was fighting. At one point while I was throwing a punch at someone who tired to help Tim, I saw that the fight between Tim and I had some how turned in to a play ground battle field.
