Before I believed in God, my venting, ranting, and screaming always had some searching in it, but most of all it felt like I possessed a destructive power over the things I hated. There was honesty in my hatred, and even back then, some of my hatred and anger were flung toward gross evils. So in cursing evil, I had a vague sense of being able to change it. But my idea of justice against evil was, many times, just more evil in return. After God rescued me, however, I found a purpose for my screaming: to speak truth over the lies in people’s hearts. Lies like the ones I believed about myself
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