If you think about it, it shouldn't be surprising that the first responder out of the five men with which I recently began corresponding on all things righteous and otherwise holy [ see The Prison Letters of a Demoniac ] is the oldest, and is facing the most time—a life sentence, without parole—having committed the gravest of crimes: murder. A pervasive and strong feeling of guilt is the number one hindrance to one's salvation (next to the sin it springs from, of course)— I can never forgive myself —and, if you let it, can block you from hearing, accepting and believing that God loves you— how can God love such a bad person like me? Not even an overwhelming sense of guilt borne of murder negates that need Everyone need and desire for God's love I would imagine that the occasional good feeling Jose Jorge Andrade may derive from the Word on God and His love for him is soon quashed by, if not the recurring nightmares that wake him up every night, then a glance at t...
My inevitable demise, daily.