“My dad lived at work mostly, overwhelmed with his life. And Alice and grandmother had not a clue as to how to care for my invalid uncle. I would up at the elementary school playground every day, swinging on the swings, hoping to find peace in swaying back and forth. I’d swing as high as possible, fantasizing about falling off, cracking my skull on the asphalt and dying. On Sundays, in between services, I remained at church and roamed the sanctuary and the gardens, trying to find God in a place where He couldn’t be found. They talked about Him a lot, they lied about him even more. Over time I realized the nineteen years I attended that church, I never found a single shred of evidence that God had ever stepped one foot in the hell hole called Grace Cathedral.”
A quote from Demon Child to Child of God.
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