Just what being a Christian meant for me.
It meant having hope, a family, a way, and a truth; it meant I didn't have to be vulgar, vengeful, judgmental, typical, lost, or alone; it meant that things didn't have to go my way for me to trust that something good would come. It meant that it wasn't all about me, no matter what "it" was, is, or would be.
So how came I to forget it all? Why did I discard my position on a rock for a place in quicksand?