Preacher Man
...all fire and brimstone...
As a young man I would often play the part of a preacher, all fire and brimstone, and just about as certain as the day is long. But I wasn’t even remotely aware, as I stumbled along in darkness, how near I’d come to the precipice, nor of all the horrors I’d avoided by nothing more than dumb luck. Now initiated, I can see that any man not willing to yoke his passion to a healthy fear of God is likely to wreak havoc under the guise of free will. (When you see my dad you might want to thank him for his time in the seminary. His sojourn in the priesthood almost certainly spared this world from me becoming a preacher.)
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