I was just thinking...

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I am questioned, often.  It seems I might be a bit hard to take, even stomach, at times.  It is true.  I won't debate the matter.  I tried to argue, when I was younger, and couldn't, or wouldn't, see.  There is nothing sacred, save God.  Not even angels, and not men until they have passed that final hurdle.  Not to me.  I don't mind treading on almost any notion, and I will question any understanding, by others or myself.  And, yes, I tested God.  He's good, by the way.  Now I just parry God as a means of understanding, so as to abide... not to qualify.  As I said, He is good.

My means can be harsh.  My methods can be brutal.  And I can do these things without a thought.  Do, or do not, there is no try.  That sounds simple, or easy, or mellow, until you think about it.  Yes, or no.  The world is cut and dried, we just don't get it, most people.  Then again, even a billionaire, perhaps more so, knows that... it's a hoax, if the world is it.  I doubt if even they can get quality work of which they can find certainty.  And, no, not even death and taxes are sure things.  Trust me.

Oh, but... what got me... was some judgmentality about my way of doing things, even my life, my posts, how and what I think, perhaps who and what I am or might be, and so on.  You have heard, perhaps, that Christ suggested that He would leave the company of the ninety nine for the one lost sheep.  How much more for... one such as me.  A saint in hell is far less rewarding for those who desire that than a hellion in heaven is for the hosts on high, for Satan can never be happy, his minions less so, while angels rejoice only half as much as God at each one who enters.  Just thought I'd send a message through the nether to the ears and eyes. 

Doubt me, but don't doubt my faith, or my nature.  The two don't usually mix.  Still not sure why He called.  Glad He did, now.  He does have a hell of an child, in me.  And, for my part, I get to relearn what being a child means... in many ways.  Good... day, and night.