The resurrected image of Christ, clothed in white, still bore the markings of his torment. His perfect form included His wounds. Maybe it’s the same for us.
When you die and you finally see the face of God you will realize that you’ve already seen Him, you just didn’t know it.
Last night I met a homeless man who told me I was destined to become a golden tongued prophet with the ability to speak magic words, an ability for which i will be both followed , and feared







