51 | CEDARVILLE REVIEW The admission: I’d rather self-deceive then imagine you in hell. I When— not if— you called to the Father, Was it when the ground rumbled? When the snow unburdened its weight onto the side of the mountain? When you saw the tree? When you no longer felt the ground and the sky escaped you? Did you even see the tree? II Your name is Catherine. I think. They didn’t quite reach the naming stage but you are a girl. I am told with utmost confidence in God, and you. They didn’t bother to check as they put you in the trash. You have attained heavenly form. You are the lucky one. You’re waiting for us. I wouldn’t worry about it, I forget about you enough you have the right to ignore me too. III Such a miracle, your salvation came just at the right time. Such genuine grace we found in you. No one, of course, discusses your senility at the time or the fact that, rather than the Word of God in written form, your conversion came at the word of a loon. Well, TO THOSE I MAY NEVER SEE AGAIN EVAN ELLIS
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