The whole concept of alternate realities is about different possibilities of the way life is – like maybe there’s a really good me in some universe and a really bad me in some other universe – and for that matter an infinite number of me’s ranging from the worst of the worst to the best possible human in an infinite number of universes.
OK – that’s great for me. But what about you – the reader? And your family and friends? Why should they be stuck in one of my universes?
For me, it wasn’t just the blood of Jesus. Not like that’s anything I should even use the word “just” with. But I was young. And it was Paul that scared me to death. I knew I’d never be asked to be Jesus. But Paul – that’s a different story. And it’s not like Paul was the only follower of Jesus that suffered. Heck – they all did. I din’t want that.
I just got my new passport.
I know – what’s that got to do with Christianity? But then – I often say, if God is really everywhere – we should see evidence of Him, literally, everywhere.
So I saw evidence of Him there. In my passport.
But sometimes – I can’t help but notice that the apparent “evidence” is so fake.