Warfare

The Danger and Delight of Happiness

The Danger and Delight of Happiness

“Dear God, make me right with you, then kill me.” For many years, that was my go-to prayer. I was certain that should I die in my sorry spiritual condition, I’d awake in hell. Life no longer held hope for me, so I envied those six feet under this world of hurt. So blending together this cocktail petition of doubt, despair, and fear, I prayed a wish for death, with one precondition.