
I accepted the "good news" very early in life. I loved Jesus. Why? Because Jesus loved me enough to save me. So far, so good. Right? But in my little mind, Jesus didn't save me from sin or the consequences of my sin. Jesus saved me from God. God was the one who created me the way I was- tiny, weak, flawed and God wanted to eternally damn me and would have had Jesus not stepped in. How was I supposed to love this God?
I can laugh at this cartoon now. But, for decades, this was not so funny. And, I tried and tried to make this logic work and to force myself into loving God because I had to.
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