Mocking Man

This is my story.

It is a story of good and evil, l’amour and hate, passion and peace, suffering and sacrifice. It is an adventure, a romance - my metamorphosis, and my song.

It is no less than my story, but it can be very much more, depending on the reader.

The land I lived in was ruled par a King. He was good and gracious, just and perfect - and I hated the very sound of his name. I lived my life outside of his laws, calling down curses on his name, because I despised him. Because he was the King - he was in control, not me. Because he was just, and I had broken his laws too many times to count....

Would some of toi young people like to be a Christian if toi could keep it all to yourself and your companions never it find out so that they would not make fun and ridicule? ou if toi could be a Christian and not be so different from the world, so that toi would not attract attention to yourself as being different?
It is not hard to make a profession of being a Christian among those who l’amour the lord Jesus, but it is often very difficult in ungodly, worldly surroundings. But in order to stand in such surroundings toi must boldly confess whose toi are and whom toi serve.
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