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I saw the Christian men, doing Christian things. A martyr Larp for some, and yet others more genuine. I told them I respected their courage, if not their faith. This was not a lie. There is something admirable in conviction.. They prayed for me, hands on my shoulders.. To whom, and for what, I did not know, nor did I care. But a man should know what he would die for, and then live for it. These Christians are simple people but not completely without a point, nor without some warmth. I’ve met worse Christians than these.. ..They’ve met worse heathens than me.
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Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 11:05 PM UTC
The awkward Christian men, a stream of consciousness poem;
I saw the Christian men, doing Christian things. A martyr Larp for some, and yet others more genuine. I told them I respected their courage, if not their faith. This was not a lie. There is something admirable in conviction.. They prayed for me, hands on my shoulders.. To whom, and for what, I did not know, nor did I care. But a man should know what he would die for, and then live for it. These Christians are simple people but not completely without a point, nor without some warmth. I’ve met worse Christians than these.. ..They’ve met worse heathens than me.
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Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 11:05 PM UTC
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