I remember way back when, the moment I had thought that Jesus might be the devil. It scared me then, given my roots and family traditions.

I decided to honor Jesus anyway. I refused his sacrifice and became a friend instead, dedicating my life to his way. He just seemed like a good man despite the thought.

Yeah, I knew he went to prepare a place for us. I guess in the end, I didn't want to leave anyone. Hell, the bible is true and since we're all going to hell anyway, I embraced the fall.

I spent the next 25 year's studying and discussing and debating the content therein. You know,...