And I love you anyway.
Even if you won’t ALWAYS join me in the jerk boat.
And I think you know that I hold you in quite deep affection for your Love of The Lord and for the hurting folks . . . and also for your candor and humility when your gifts might logically leave you puffed up.
I also greatly appreciate that you understand me so well in spite of our considerable theological differences. That’s one of the deeper treasures of my life these years.
Thanks tons.
You realize, of course, that being my Friend . . . and certainly being my Christian brother . . .
automatically makes you
certifiably psychotic in the eyes of the Vatican Affiliate rabid finger frothing cliques.
[as though that lost either one of us a microsecond of sleep!]
LOL.
LOL!
I like it out here with nothing to depend on but God — and my new inhaler ...