To those who embrace one of the more “sophisticated” conceptions of God, I am compelled to ask… Advertisements
It all began when the stork dropped my buns down a working class chimney in New Jersey in 1961… after which I was raised in a minority rite of the Catholic Church known as Byzantine Catholic.
I know who you are. And YOU know who you are. And I am calling you out.
Be advised! BE ADVISED!!!
Everything does happen for a reason...