Brad and I were baptized 16 years ago today.
I am convinced more than ever that we are engaged in a war. A war for souls.
Romeo thought the choice to get knuckle tattoos was a bold one.
What's the point of getting a tattoo if it isn't gonna be bold?
It isn't some battle in some far off land where drones & paid mercenaries do the dirty work while we remain untouched in our safe towers that we're fighting.
It's a street fight we're throwing down in.