I have had weird memories of being a sailor, more like asshole captain that drowned at sea, and also being another man on a hospital Guerney with my chest cracked open from heart attack. I could tell I was a selfish asshole in both. This life I finally started fighting my selfishness. I found Jesus and asked him to teach me how to love.
To me it always seemed to line up with that verse in psalms that says, “His mercy endures forever” like ten times. As if he said, “ Let’s try this again”. And then, “Okay, maybe this time will work.” He will never force us to believe in him. It has to be our choice. Jesus is the key. I adore the guy, but truly, I even underestimated him. I don’t think I’ll come back this time.