A Note to Readers

There seems to be a notion out there, that a good majority of Christians can and do carry on a self righteous attitude toward others, by claiming that it is the only way to salvation with God, and gateway into the heavens. This, in my opinion should not be viewed so generally and or at face value, as a lot of people who do eventually embrace Christianity are, or were at some point in their journey through life very much broken, destitute and perhaps in the pits of their own digging themselves. For however long in their lives, before they found the love and grace of Jesus Christ. Which when embraced transforms a broken heart of pride and arrogance, as a social cover. Into an accepting and humble one that is open and transparent, with no interest or desire to keep their skeletons in the closet any longer . Besides, the assurance of salvation becomes rooted in every believer, to the extent that it becomes the absolute truth of God. Now this might come across as self righteous to some, however in most cases it is a result of this transformation that takes place in the human heart. Throughout the series of Poems and rhymes, you will find instances of my own transparency, where I am ranting and raving about my own unhappiness in life and dealing with my own failures and personal affairs that have affected my life in some way or another to point me in this direction.

This is obviously not the easiest thing to do for any writer. To bear one’s soul for everyone to know and perhaps ridicule. Most folks are not brought up that way. We as individuals are always trying to promote ourselves, so that people see us in the best possible light, instead of the opposite. I’m not particularly proud of the incredibly daft mistakes I made in life, and they were many. However, that being said. One must be transparent and open. Sure, I did drugs of every kind. Drank myself to a stupor, hung out with the homeless and destitute, made horrible friends, lived like a vagabond, was robbed blind more than twice, had nasty car accidents, threatened at gunpoint more than three times, ran from the police more than I can count, drove like a reckless maniac, almost robbed a bank. There you go pilgrim, you name it I’ve done it. There’s nothing righteous in any of that stuff.