But the way this supposed good news felt within my body was as if Jesus needed to convince this god that I was lovable in the first place. And even then, I was only lovable because of the fact that Jesus did something on my behalf and his blood now “covered” me. Why did someone else’s blood have to be spilled to make me lovable, and what did that mean for the ones who either didn’t recognize or didn’t know to recognize that blood as the only thing that cleaned up their appearance to make them lovable too? Did that make them unlovable? Did that mean we were on opposing teams, and did it make
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