Of men, I know little,
Feeling less than one myself;
Struggling, stumbling, looking
For courage to do what I must;
Seeking validation, yet wishing
I didn’t need it to define me;
How much easier it would be
If only I could accept myself
And ignore the elucidation of others;
But here I am, subordinate,
Deficient if only in my mind;
Now if you ask me what I know
Of mice, that I can tell you;
Small, inconsequential, puny
And teensy, chased and trapped
Of men.
I am a Christian in recovery from four decades of active addiction. I earned a B.S. in Psychology from Colorado Christian University, and I am currently earning an M.A. in Theological Studies at the same school. The main focus of my ministry is apologetics and doctrinal studies, and I am also involved in working with individuals struggling with mental health and substance abuse issues. To me, there is no "higher power" than Jesus Christ, who broke the chain of addiction in my life.
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