What do you say about him?

I call him God, and he calls me friend.

He is my sustainer, and my adopted brother.

He is my judge, and my advocate.

He existed before time was, and took thirty-three years to accomplish what he came for.

He only had thirty-three birthdays, but he lives and reigns forever.

He fiercely, unconditionally, perfectly loves us. And in response to that kind of love I constantly, forgetfully, knowingly lose faith in it, in him.




And when I am faithless, he remains faithful - for he cannot deny himself.

Whoa.