I was born on the south bank of the Tennessee River. Like Moses, I was unwanted and learned to fend for myself.
Before I mislead you, I knew who my mother and father were, but it was made clear to me that I was unwanted. How did I know that? They told me. I suppose in some ways it would have been easier on me if they hadn’t raised me, but they did choose to keep me. I grew up as a functional bastard.
Fortunately, I always have had a strong sense of God Presence. In fact, I can’t remember when I haven’t had a deep sense of being baptized in the God River. Nevertheless, I am a Bastard.
I am a Baptist. I use the term Baptist in the rawest sense of the term: I am immersed in the God River. I am free and only bound by the River. You will notice that Baptist and Bastard share three letters: BASTARD
I am a Trappist. I use the word Trappist in the raw sense, too. I cannot imagine a life without being freely trapped in the God River. I am aware that I can simply get out of the River. However, that Awareness is the River. Notice, too, that Trappist and Bastard share three letters: BASTARD.
So, I am a Bastard Immersed and Trapped in the God River. If you want a tag for me, I am a Baptist Trappist. I could as easily say I am a Trappist Baptist, but I was immersed before I was trapped in the River.
If you are reading this post, you may or not know who I am. That’s Okay. God knows who I am and he still loves me. But, there is a hint in the word Bastard. My name also shares my three initials. BASTARD. If you know what they are, great. If not, it’s fine with me. I am Solitary, Anonymous, and Subversive when at all possible.
Enter here but with a warning: Some words which follow are intensely private to me and highly offensive to those whose righteousness does not exceed that of the Pharisees. Read with extreme caution.