There are times I have serious talks with my personal savior and Lord, Jesus Christ who died on the cross for me so long ago at his age of 33. He’s my Jesus, my friend when I feel my earthly friends have made me feel like crap and shit. No thought goes unnoticed with Jesus. I share my thoughts and feelings of that time with him without worrying that I am going to he severely punished and pushed as a sinner forever. I am a sinner and I am seeking refuge with my best friend.
When I was in my 20s and 30s I had come up with the idea that Jesus would visit his children on Christmas Day so he could receive birthday gifts instead we kids getting gifts on Christmas Day ourselves. Hmm? Silly, right? Maybe… Maybe not…