It’s Time For Us To Address Our Obsession With Death, Chaos, & Hell.

A case study from the life of a sinner

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Generally speaking, every adult has the right and the responsibility to learn how to take care of themselves. With trial and error comes the inevitable; self-destruction.

When we’re truly honest, we recognize a hard truth: we’re most tempted by the things that are bad for us. We avoid what we know we should do, and we give in to what we know we shouldn’t. That is the reality of being human.

But we are not just human beings made of flesh now, are we? Of course not. We are also image bearers of the Creator of All Things. Whatever you choose to call God is your business. But Daddy G said it best to Moses from that burning bush:

“I AM THAT I AM.” — Exodus 3:14 KJV

When it comes to acknowledging the truth of God’s existence, religious affiliation or spiritual belief systems don’t change the reality. ‘I AM THAT I AM’ speaks for itself, a truth we all inherently recognize.

Some people choose to live in darkness and delusion, so this message may not resonate with them. But if you’re still reading, I can trust you’re a fellow brother or sister. So let me speak to you like family.

So listen, I’m not gonna lie to you… ever since I was a kid, I’ve been drawn to all things supernatural. I have a few early memories of becoming aware/gaining consciousness as a child. The first one I can think of is believing I was the only girl on earth without a living father. In my mind, my daddy was the first to die and go to heaven.

As a little girl in the early 2000s, I had this animated scene play out in my imagination — my earthly father had died and went to heaven to become God for everyone. This is my earliest memory of how imagination connects with human consciousness. I was just a kid, trying to make sense of my daddy’s death with comforting images and a feel-good story.

I learned a fun fact about my dad this year. His famous nickname, Gunsmoke, came from his bravery during the Nigerian Civil War. He was just a teenage soldier back then. Glory be to God that he lived long enough to have four kids before passing in 1995. Don’t ask me how — it’s still a little…