I have friends that you cannot see. I have friends that I cannot explain. Dissolved in words, dissolved in time and space are my friends, I call them angels sometimes, and sometimes the link, the trace. Traces that can’t be found unless faith reveals them to you.

I am an open preacher of my faith. The distribution that saves you from afterlife’s retribution. What is faith, but a distribution. A sober understanding that there’s more to life than you know. That there’s always more than you know.

I write Christianity day and night, so you can read, try to explain it more so you can heed, that truth is whatever you can’t defeat. If it is truth, it is undefeatable, that the truth is one that cannot be defeated. So why should I ask what is truth, why should I say what is truth, for I know truth of faith that faith is truth.

I believe in the knowledge of ancient past, the faith that has traveled, that will last. Will be by God, and God’s graces, for God knows best a man’s praises, the God that takes back and the God that raises, the God that lives away from all the ignorant gazes.

The God of truth, the God of mercy, the God of hope, the God of time with no anniversary. The God of life, the God of afterlife, the God of reliance, approvals and defiance. The God that lifts us all, the God of order and chaos, the God that needs no attention, always aware, that needs no mention.

So I write for faith that saves. It’s only words, and words are all I have to show faith’s way. When your belief in God dwindles, faith tells you to have faith in God. Every day I learn new things about faith. To oversight the fact that speaking for your faith is meaningless is to deny your meaning in life. What you can, you give. There are virtues in little things, writing for faith is one of them.