Nunemakers Parable
There was a wanderer who found his way to God, or maybe it was Lucifer under some false facade. Broken down and tattered, compound fractures in his sleeves, shoe soles nailed together, but he never seemed to bleed. With one desperate push his poor diaphragm forced out a plea. He said: One home burned down, one fell apart, one met a flood, and one was nothing from the start. Weapons built against me, well they all seem to fail, but weapons built against my home, they always will prevail.
