this morning #1169.

this morning, while you’re over there screaming through your teeth at me about the need to be saved by jesus, i’m over here treating your preaching like background noise. subway cars. the accumulation of footsteps. strangers on phones. your words are but one slice in the din of the city. i just hope you have some concept of the message you’re spreading. being saved by anyone, jesus or not, is a tricky proposition, my man. believe me. i’ve gone searching for a saviour so many times that i’ve lost count. invested so much faith in the saving. gave so much of myself. each time, my saviour snatched that faith away, leaving me flapping in the wind. i just hope you know that can happen. it’s tragic.