(an encore post by Cecil Murphey)
"There is nothing wrong with us; something wrong was done to us."
I don't remember where I read those words, but they have stayed with me.
Like a lot of other men, I felt I was defective or flawed. I didn't think much about God because I thought God only liked good people, and I certainly didn't qualify. I felt ashamed; I felt worthless.
"There is nothing wrong with me; something wrong was done to me." That's how I say it now.