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Pardon Me


            Pardon me for being a Christian, in our society today it is a shamed thing to many people to even speak the name of our lord Jesus in a public place, people look at you cross eyed, do they not? But yet on TV we see rappers with crosses around there necks sling swears every which way they can, why? Because religion has changed meaning to the common man.
             Many of you reading this may have been Christians all your lives, I how ever have not had that joy, I was raised in several different states by a father that could rarely speak a paragraph without swearing several times. My mother has always had a faith of some kind in Jesus, even on the streets and pubs of Europe while in her 20's or working the "graveyard shift" in Colorado, it has been there from the beginning. At birth, my mother was loved, but from there it all went down hill. Soon her family fell apart, and an other woman stepped into the relationship between my Grandfather and Mother, she tried to love my mother, but couldn't. She would tell her things, like she didn't love her and when she was 18 her bags would be packed and on the steps. My mother apparently couldn't wait for that, she tried repetitively to take her life, but failed, so instead she ran away at 15. She hitch hiked all over the globe from rivers in Africa and South America, to the dead and old prison camps in Germany, and the city of London she lived on a guitar and what mediocre money she could make with it. She met people like Jimi Hendrix, and Mick Jagger, but for some reason, she knew she didn't belong there. So she reluctantly returns home, a new bitter "flame tempered" if you will woman. The life of a good woman might have been ruined but for the grace of God.
             I believe my father may have been saved, it may not have shown, but as a young man, he believed, and once, you are saved, you can never go back. My father grew up on Cape Cod and took the abuse of his drunken father day after day.


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