Those who look to Him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed.

What Satan put into the heads of our remote ancestors (Adam and Eve) was the idea that they could ‘be like gods’ - could set up their own as if they had created themselves - be their own masters - invent some sort of happiness for themselves outside God, apart from God. And out that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history - money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery - the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.

So I look through his window, you know to see what’s down this back alley, and I see it: nothing. Not a freaking thing. No extracurricular fun-loving zombie rollerblading his way into my heart, which in the short time I had birthed him in my imagination, I named Frolie.