So last week I dream that I met Jesus at the gates of Heaven . He gives me a big stick , and tells me to hold it and that He would be right back . So there I am holding this stick and nobody comes back . I can hear Him on the other side of the door laughing at me with his buddies , but nobody comes to get me . Then me feelings get real hurt and I start beating myself with the stick . T .P .
Catholic , are we ??? Time to forgive and let go . The big stick thing is your father , not God . Remember , love never beats its children with a big stick , a small stick...or a stick of any kind , for that matter . Have a wonderful day . Stu .
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