Jesus got me through the slums without getting murdered. I just walked with him as though he were really there and not a spirit just floating around.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I believe in walking in the Spirit.
And I communed with many different faiths and even when I wanted to be rebellious I never did not believe in Him. I never believed the people who said God was destructive or punishing.
The Roman Catholic Church, had it captured me, as it nearly did, would have sent me on some mission of danger and sacrifice and utilised me as a martyr; the Church established by law transformed me into an unbeliever and an antagonist.
I didn't know why God had chose me for this ordeal, but I was somehow suited to it and knew that I would see it through to the end.
I was held hostage and almost executed by a man who was robbing us in the middle of the night.
I was gladly cuffed, shackled, loaded into the caged bus and driven through the main gate of Bare Hill Correctional Facility for what I pray to God will be forever.
I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.
I didn't find Jesus. He's been there the whole time.
I base jumped off the Jesus statue in Rio de Janeiro.
I never had a spirit-breaking, soul-destroying religion drummed into me.