sage

The best advice I ever got came from my grandfather. A barefoot boy named Ramses who found God somewhere between the footwashers and the snake handlers and managed to keep Him in spite of it all.

Pa once told me, with all the conviction of a man who knows, what he didn’t know.

“I don’t know how God speaks to somebody else. I only know how he speaks to me. No Sir. There’s none of us knows what The Lord says to another. And as long as we don’t know, how can we say we do? How can I judge a fellow man when I ain’t no more than a man myself?”