I used to know a guy that had a deep belief in god, but distrusted organised religion.
He believed that when you died, you stood before god.
God would look you over for scars, and if he was pleased he would say.
Step forth into Heaven, you have been made well in that crucible called earth.

He believed that we are here to be made strong.


The stripes of a tiger don't wash away. Be a man of steel not clay JYD #102