That's my problem, brother... Faith. I don't have it. Faith is believing in something without proof.
You want to know who I am? Picture Agent Mulder, only much older and with a white beard and less teeth; not employed by the FBI. I'm sitting behind a desk in what looks like an FBI basement office and there's a poster on the wall behind me. The poster is a picture of Jesus Christ crucified to the cross and God coming down from the sky to bring Him back home to Heaven.
The caption reads: I WANT TO BELIEVE
You are the same as me. I can tell.
I'm not old, I have all my teeth, and I don't have grey hair. I fully have Faith. I just have trouble accepting myself, not God. By that I mean I have trouble understanding how I can be accepted by God. Life scares me, death scares me even more.
Life is brief. Death is forever. It scares me too. I wish I had your faith.
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