Healing isn’t always what you think

When that new year ball dropped on December 31st, 2021 all of us were looking forward to a year full of new beginnings, resolutions, and hopeful memories in store.

I didn’t know that 2022 would be full of challenges, hardships, departures, and death.

Well I guess I half-expected it to be difficult, but not like I’ve experienced these last nine months.

From the span of nine months, I’ve had two family members pass away, friends walk out of my life, painful church transitions, family conflict, and broken relationships with formerly trustworthy people.

Let me explain…

This year so far, has been anything but healing.

When I think of healing, I tend to think of a wound that was gashed open. That wound is then tended to by applying medical treatment, including but not limited to, alcohol pads, antibiotic ointment, gauze, stitches, and bandaids.

A typical gashed wound will heal over time, but it requires necessary attention and reapplication of treatment in order to heal.

I can’t remember at the time of writing who told me this recently but they said “you need to tend to your emotional and mental wounds as much as your physical ones. It’s the same treatment protocol.”

That gave me a whole new perspective on healing that I haven’t seen before.

I began to do the hard work of sitting down again with trustworthy people and share my story/explain what I’ve gone through.

I began with asking questions about how I am to move forward with all of this on my plate.

Questions like

“How am I supposed to heal from this?”


“Why did this happen?”

Questions that before, I just shoved down, deep inside my heart so no one had to look at them, because if they saw them they might not want to be around me anymore.

I’ve been told that I’m too much, too sensitive, too emotional, and too caring.

Those things tend to get me into trouble not because I am any of those things but simply because those things scare a lot of people away.

I’ve learned in this season of my life that many, many, people don’t want deep. They are comfortable with shallow. They’ve waded in life’s 3ft pool for so long, that when someone comes alone and asks them to come with them to the 8ft section, it’s too much for them. They don’t have the endurance, strength, or the time it takes to really bear your burdens along with their own.

So, I’ve begun to journey with people who have, not only the ability, but the time to help me heal.

This journey of healing sometimes doesn’t involve fully blossomed tulips and orchids. Sometimes this journey of healing looks like dead leaves on the ground, surrounded by gravel, nails, dirt, and gutters.

Sometimes the healing that you desperately need to go through is a deep cleaning of life’s wounds with some rubbing alcohol, gauze and stitching of the scars that others have given you.

When you begin this process it’s going to hurt at first.

Just like when we first learned to walk. It started with a crawl, then it slowly progressed to standing, and eventually walking.

I know for me, sometimes I feel like I’ve been knocked off my own two feet.

I find myself on the floor. Looking around to see if there’s anyone there to help me get back up, and yet in the midst of my mental playground there’s no one, but a still small voice. It’s as if all my accusers dissolved at the moment I made contact with the ground beneath me.

But that voice is there.

No matter how small the whisper, it always pierces the darkest hour.

It’s in those moments. When that still small voice, draws me near. In the drawing near to that voice, I find everything I need to move forward no matter the difficulties that may lie ahead.

I know I can heal because the Great Physician is here, and he hasn’t failed one surgery yet.

From eternity past, to eternity present…

I can trust that his hands, never shake.

His operations are 100% successful.

And I am here, yet again, ready for him to do the work that must be done.

I am ready to be healed whichever way he sees fit.

I am safe

I am home

I am loved

Worthy of it all worship song

Teach me to walk again

I feel like I’m blindfolded, walking aimlessly through a hallway, coming up to a completely dark room. It represents my future, my fears, and my decisions that’ll ultimately affect the next 10+ years of my life.

Feeling my hands pressed up against each wall, searching for answers to the endless amounts of questions that I have racked up in my checking account. Bringing my debit card of doubts, seeking to withdrawal from your endless fountain of solutions.

I just want to know what to do

Trying to walk this way, fumbling through these halls, becomes so aggravating, so purposeless.

I talk to you throughout my day. I bring all my cares and worries to lay them at your feet.

I’m told that on the one hand it doesn’t matter necessarily what I do for you, but that it’s done for your glory. On the opposite side of the same coin, I’m told that I will give an account for what you have specifically called me to do in this life. I won’t be judged based on how I did but what I did, with what you gave me.

To be totally vulnerable and honest, I’m perplexed.

Lost in the confusion of it all, here I find myself again, tripping over my own difficulties.

Like a forest animal caught in a bear trap and there’s no way out. Like there’s a big sign over my head labeled “dead end, you’re going to die here.”

Not knowing my next steps, I am seeking your wisdom, your way, and your steadfast love.

Often I find myself in this place because it’s self-inflicted.

I know in my heart and mind that you’ll never leave me or forsake me, but I’ve struggled to believe it.

Feeling like I’m alone, searching for answers in all the wrong places.

Seeking you when I need something from you, but not seeking you, for just you.

The beauty of your nearness is all I’ll ever need. Any questions that I have dissolve in a moment of your tender comfort. I’m reminded to trust in your ability to hold my little life in the palm of your hands.

Every decision I’ve made up until this point has been full of good and bad choices. But I take full responsibility for my disobedience, and lack of intimacy with you.

Finding the right words to say “I’m sorry” doesn’t feel like enough

Im just worried about so many things, concerned with what tomorrow may bring even though it may never come.

Seeking to put my wife in a home, so we can finally begin a family of our own. Selflessly wanting to provide a space for us to grow and build a legacy of Jesus lovers. I want to grow with you, and enjoy our life of following you in Idaho.

Father, I’m asking you to teach me to walk again.

Walk according to your ways

Walk according to your plan for our life

Walk according to your spirits leading


Walk according to your Word

I’m ready to trust again, that you have what’s best for me, and I must become fully dependent upon you.

The Christian life is about Christ dependency not self-sufficiency

Jeremy White (Lead Pastor of Valley Church)

From the moment I started crawling, to then standing, and eventually walking. Society has convinced me from the very beginning that this journey is all in my own strength. I must do it all in my own ability, and I alone have the power to change my circumstances.

I’ve been gravely mistaken.

He is my hope.

He is my future.

He is my plan.

He is my strength.

He is my all in all.

He will supply every need.

I’ve been crawling for some time, seeking answers to life’s daunting questions. Praying that I will receive exactly what I need when I need it.

But I’ve come to realize this one thing:

Walking in you, means holding your hand and never letting go

Padre amorosissimo, Teach me to walk again, so that I may stand in your Truth all my days.

Encouraging Scriptures

“My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭73:26‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭43:5‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Heartbeat Poem

Do you hear that?

Does anybody hear it?!

That’s a heartbeat

It’s a nation one step closer to the babies being saved

It’s one more we pulled from the grips of Satan and the grave

All in the name of “choice” we’ll fight till we see the day

That all life is safe in the womb, we promise, we won’t give way

We bow before our God because the blood of the innocent

Forgive our nation the atrocities committed in sin

With our voices raised for the ones given to silence

We won’t stop until we see an end to all this violence

You think the safest haven for babies would be inside

But tell me how could it be that we have a genocide?

A nation once under God chose to turn a blind eye

All for “convenience”, “empowerment” confusing truth for a lie

You scream at the top of your lungs in anguish and despair

While you force cardiac arrest in the name of healthcare

Those babies are screaming too I can promise you that

But you left the clinic smiling not even considering that

Tearing limb from limb these “doctors” selling parts for profit

How dare you call yourself a Christian but don’t try to stop it

Each and every baby was truly formed by the hand of God

But you wanna try and take his place to put up this facade

Like everything’s okay with you, but really dying inside

The same feeling the baby had but trying to hide

I’m telling you, there’s families out there willing to adopt

Take some time to think about it, we’re pleading please just stop

Heart confessions

It’s feels like my heart is a couple pounds too heavy to carry

Weighed down by life’s demands

I’m consumed by all of these anxious thoughts

How will I be able to pull it all off in such a short amount of time?


This word stamped to the forefront of my mind


To own something that can truly be called mine


To be the man that I know I’m supposed to be but I’m just discovering the tip of this massive iceberg

It’s hard

Carrying around a heart that was meant to be carried by another

Why have I chosen to walk this road alone

Away from you

The one who can bear my burdens, but I

Willing choose to bear them myself because I can do this

I tell myself time and time again

I can do this

I don’t need another, I am self sufficient

And right in the midst of my beautiful castle of glass that I’ve built all for myself

All it takes is one little pebble to make it all come crashing down

What am I building?

Who am I building for?

I want a legacy for my family

A home to bring my wife to

An Income to be radically generous and

Food to feed those in need

But how

How can I sit here and honestly think that this is all possible in my own strength?

Why are you downcast O my soul?

My hope isn’t within myself, my hope is within another

He alone is the author and finisher

He alone is faithful to bring it all unto completion


Trust in him.

He alone is safe

Rest in his unfailing love

Love at Sea

Sailing swiftly voyaging through the afternoon breeze, leaving the harbor greeting the morning sunrise with fresh sails

Trusting only in the changing winds to get it to the desired destination

Marine life passing under the reflection of the sails while saying their daily “hellos”

Salt water gently splashing the rosey cheeks of eager romantics

Reminiscing on their love, they hang on to every memory that reminds them of their firsts

The first time they kissed

The first time they locked eyes

The first time they held hands

The boat cutting through the waves with every passing moment

Thrusting itself in the open ocean looking for a place to call home

As the storm clouds gather and the rains begin to fall, they must make a decision

To dock or not to dock

The adventure of a lifetime has only just begun

Prancing among the meadows of jellyfish and sea otters

Life’s ups and downs create white caps of emotions

Steady the sails, because we’re sailing on

Who is he?

That lassoed the moon in its orbit

That sprung each tree with his powerfully positioned words

His breath formed us from dirt

The earth speaks of the ancient of days

Gazing into the full lit moon , I’m reminded of everything that I’ll ever need is founded only in the


The green grass gently staring back at me testifying of all that he is

The multi-colored melanin of his image on display right in front of me

How is it

That i could ever look at all that he’s created and utter the Soulless words “there is no God”

Only a fool would steep to an conclusion that excludes his own fingerprint designer

Just to place himself on the throne of his own reality

May I never look to the heavens and blaspheme the one who crafted my innermost being in my mothers womb

I trust you with all that I am

An honest prayer 🙏🏽

God I don’t want there to be any bitterness in my heart towards the assembly of your people

Would you protect the work you’ve done in me so I won’t grow jaded or angry with the body of Christ.

I wish there was something I could do, to focus the attention of the church on your word Lord.

I desire to see a body of believers who value you and your word.

One that seeks to lift you up and honor you in all they do.

That values your word above everything

Their experience wouldn’t trump your word

Their personal experiences aren’t going to be more important than the word

Your word is invaluable and absolutely necessary for the building up of the body. For her to grow into her full maturity there must be proper teaching of the word of God

There must be a devouring of the daily bread to grow into him who is the head of all and in all

You are everything I need Lord

You are everything we need for life and godliness

Your word, what you’ve spoken and what you’ve said, is trustworthy, reliable, and true

It is the only standard of truth we have in you.

We can be led astray by our own feelings, by the cultures voice, and by the enemy

We must know you, love you and obey you.

Jesus was the word made flesh (put on meat) and dwelt among us

You became the living word, Jesus is the embodiment of that word and the word is everything we need to know your heart and what you’re like

How can we know you apart from your heart?

There’s nothing outside your word that will contradict what is written

You even said in the wilderness that it is written

The enemy does not have power over your word

Your word destroys every work of darkness

I don’t want my wife and I to be swept away into hyper charismatic movements Lord

We want to be grounded in your word in everything we do

We want to be solid in our doctrine and teaching because we hold such deep conviction about what you’ve spoken and taught us to obey

We want to be a couple that seeks you and your word firstly and is open to the things of the spirit as long as those things of the spirit are in alignment with your word and your character

There are too many who’ve gone too far as to not value your word or even say it’s not reliable because it’s written by man

It’s so concerning because what else do they also believe about you…

My heart hurts because there doesn’t seem to be a people who honestly desire you and your word above all

It’s that spiritual high or moment that is most important to them

It’s a feeling they desire so they can last throughout the week

“I just need a touch” is so common in charismatic circles

To me it sounds like what they need is to die to themselves and live for Christ

God doesn’t have to do another thing for us because the cross is and will always be enough

Christ is self-sufficient

He isn’t our genie in a bottle

He isn’t our tickle me Elmo we get to play with whenever we want something

He isn’t a vending machine we can just pay homage to once a week and demand that he gives us something in return for our part

That’s called manipulation and he will not be used in such a dishonoring way

Many wonder why God isn’t giving them what they want, and it’s because if he did, he would be enabling selfishness and pride

That selfishness is a worship of self

Wanting a “touch from God” so you feel better about everything going on around you is so self-centered

It often times comes from a place of wanting God to give you what you want, but not for the sake of loving him

Once you’ve felt that touch or love from him, you don’t talk to him for awhile

I’ve been there…

I’ve pouted before

Sat before him and was angry because I wasn’t feeling him

It was so selfish because all I could think about was how bad I was feeling and I just wanted to feel better

God isn’t interested in a consumer economy, he wants laid down lovers

Who through commitment, highs and lows, are going to give their true allegiance to him and his kingdom

Come hell or high water

Jesus is enough, his word is enough.

There is nothing else that is needed in him

When the unexpected happens, how will you respond?

This first month of the year, has been a rollercoaster of surprises and I don’t mean good ones.

When I watched that ball drop on December 31st, New Year’s Eve I was hoping for some changes. The changes I was hoping for were ones that would positively impact my life to the point that I begin to do what I know I was created to do.

At the end of the last month of the year I lost access to my door dash account. This was because a restaurant reported me for not wearing a mask even though I communicated my medical condition to them and tried to work with them on the issue. To no resolve I was left to no work for about a month of the brand new year.

It was devastating.

I fought so hard to have my job back and prove to them I was innocent with no resolve.

Then I became sick

The first two weeks of January I had a cold, which eventually progresses into a throat infection. Waiting around to see if my body would recover I threw the whole kitchen sink at my cold. I continued taking my supplements, I even fasted for a day or so, and still I felt no resolve. When I noticed I was staying the same/ getting worse, I decided that it was time to go to the doctors.

My honest thoughts on going to the doctors is, I do not trust the medical community at this point in time. With everything going on in the world and how america has handled this plandemic, I do not trust the medical community.

The last thing I want to hear is “have you been vaccinated against covid-19?”

It’s like fingernails on a chalkboard

Nonetheless I went to the ER because everywhere else couldn’t get me in, neither my doctor nor my urgent care.

I ended up getting on antibiotics and got better within a week, still there was some residual sickness that seemed to hang on.

Shortly after that someone spammed me on my Instagram account and took all my information off my account. This ended up in me being locked out of my account for a few days. Messages were sent to spam more people and so many friends and family asked me what happened.

I honestly had no idea what to do.

I got back into my account and as soon as I did the person changed my password and logged me out again. I went through this whole process to remove his trusted device, which was located in New York. I’m based out of California. What was more concerning was he had changed my number, my email and set up his phone through the security system.

After I removed him completely from my account I got everything back.

It was exhausting to say the least.

After all of that, I had a conversation with one of the pastors at my church.

It was one of the most refreshing conversations I’ve had in a long time.

In that specific conversation my pastor said “it sounds like God is allowing the enemy to attack your health, your job, and your voice on your social media platform. He’s afraid of what’s to come.” That sentence alone lifted my spirits to the point where I immediately found comfort in the fact that through all of those things I was going to be restored.

That God works all things for good for those who love him and are called according to his purpose.

Now a month later, my Instagram has been restored to me, I can dash again and make money, and my health is better.

I guess you could say things are going well now.

All of that, that happened to me made me realize what was most important, and what I was going to prioritize.

If I never lost my door dash account I don’t think I would’ve began to take my YouTube business seriously.

If I never got sick, I wouldn’t be where I am today working out 5-6 days a week, by rock climbing and doing at home workouts to better my health.

If I never lost my social media I wouldn’t have found ways to connect with my friends in real life through meaningful ways.

All of those things that I held so dearly taught me so much.

The saying is true that “you don’t know what you have till it’s gone.” Its almost as if those experiences and let-downs were preparing me for something greater.

Greater than I could’ve imagined

I though that if I did enough stuff then I would finally had found meaning. It wasn’t until all of the things that I did were stripped in a moment that I found meaning.

To rest in who God is, and who I am; that is enough.

‘Tis The Season

Thanksgiving and Christmas are the most cherished and celebrated holidays of the year in my family. It is a time of relaxation, presents, gratitude, laughs, shared memories and love.

At least that’s what it used to be for most of my life

This year was especially difficult because one half of my family still refuses to see us because of their choice to live in fear for the last two years.

It’s not always glamour and flower fields in life. Sometimes the hardest seasons are the ones that are going to become the most beautiful.

Ever since my grandfather passed away in my mom’s side of the family there’s been a fracture that hasn’t been able to be fixed.

It is a really difficult situation and one, I know, that many are unwilling to talk about. Our Italian family has been through so many ups and downs, hardships and joyous times, but it really makes you think; will we ever be healthy?

My other half of the family, my dad’s side, has become a safe haven for my wife and I. The side of the family whom I desired to be close to my whole adolescence has now become the people in my corner supporting me, rooting for me, and standing by my side even in the disagreements.

Even in the difference of opinions

We never let what we believe about something determine the level of love we are willing to give to one another.

This is what I’m beginning to learn in this season.


2021 has been a difficult time, one that has brought many, many challenges that I think I was not expecting or anticipating.

A lot of you can relate when you reflect back on a year of really hard family issues and situations.

I encountered a worker at a restaurant recently who told me that her family did similar things when all of this began 2 years ago. Her family disassociated with her and stopped talking to her altogether.

It breaks my heart to hear about my friends choosing to do or not do something and that breaks the final straw for their families.

I’m grateful to have my wife’s side and my dad’s side that chooses love over personal non-essential decisions

When it comes to a culture and society that wants to destroy the nuclear family, it’s nice to be around others who share the same thoughts and feelings.

It’s not always easy.

That doesn’t mean we agree on everything.


We do choose to love each other regardless.

In our western American lens, if you disagree in even one area of opinion, then it must mean that I don’t love you or support you.

For many in our country, the inability to think in categories and to disagree while still loving is incomprehensible.

Where did we as a country turn into such a hostile, sensitive, offended, angry society?

Where our words hurt more than our actions

Where the core building blocks to everything we know through Judeo-Christian values is being torn to pieces

When God is forcibly removed from every facet of society you have nothing left but lawlessness

A nation that adopts a godless, lawless, and immoral norm will only bring turmoil, death, and ruin to its people.

There is no good without God and there is no right without wrong

What you and I are going through right now is an assault on everything we’ve ever loved.

I will continue to fight for the rights of my family and friends

Regardless of the cost to myself and those closest to me, I will continue to stand up for The Truth.

I will continue to cultivate a lovely godly home that is centered on Christ and his reign as King and Savior of the universe.

Even in the midst of this really difficult season, I am choosing to hold onto hope

I am choosing to look forward to one day gathering with my family once again without fear

I am choosing to love those who could never love me back because I desire to imitate Christ in my life

I am choosing to believe and walk in the ministry of reconciliation not only for myself, but for every person I encounter throughout my day

I believe that the same Jesus who defeated death and rose from the dead by his resurrection is the same Jesus who will make all things new and restore everything that the devil has taken from me and my family.

This is not the end of a really difficult year, it is only the beginning of what God is going to redeem in my lifetime

To God be the glory for my 2021 and beyond!

Is He safe?

When I approach the throne room sometimes if I’m being completely honest it is an intimidating experience. This is because at the core of my relationship with him, I find that more often than not I’m scared to approach him. Not scared as in “fearing the most high” but scared as in “Is he really trustworthy?”

It is difficult for me to even put into words the way my heart trembles at his feet.

How can I, a small speck of dust on the radar of eternity, approach a limitless, eternal being with my heart?

This morning as I’m writing I’m reflecting on my time with the Lord and trying to captivate the emotions that were held inside my heart for so long.

It was as if I came to him totally closed off and he began to peel back the layers of a an onion. When the Lord goes in to those innermost places sometimes it’s really painful. As I found myself in this state where I was hiding from him, I began to see what I dreaded for awhile.

In that moment he revealed to me how I had withdrew myself in order to protect my heart but it only led to more pain and misery.

Often when I go into the secret place with the Lord, I am dumbfounded at the lack of ability to formulate my words with him. It’s like I pray/ listen to The Word, listen to teachings, and then when I’m alone; It’s like I don’t know how to talk with him. It’s almost as if I’m hiding behind my busyness. It provides a comfort for me. That way I don’t have to actually address how I’m truly feeling or thinking.

It’s a false sense of security that I’ve built in order to protect myself.

But from what?

The idea that God wants to be my everything and I’m afraid of that?

I think because in those moments that require me to bear my heart before him, I want him to see all of the good that’s been accomplished. I want him to see the progress that I’ve made in my sanctification. I want him to notice how much I’ve healed from all of my past wounds and trauma.

God isn’t interested in dealing with the me I’d like him to see. God wants to deal with the me I don’t want him to see.

When I finally come to his feet, all he wants is my alabaster jar of brokenness.

All of me.

He is only interested in me coming to him with all that I am. If I am unwilling to bear it all before him, he doesn’t force me to share it with him. He is gentle and kind in that way.

But whatever I conceal from him, he is not able to heal in me.

Why do I say it like that?

It’s not that God can’t do something, it’s just that he is unable to heal a broken heart that doesn’t want him to heal it.

He will let us stay broken if that is truly what we want. He will allow us to suffer in our agony because we are unwilling to stop identifying with it.

He gives us the choice to allow him to do the deep work and heal it, or do it ourselves.

The same choice he gave to Adam & Eve in the garden of Eden, God gives to us. He makes it very clear that we can choose to live this life without him, and there will be consequences. On the other side, we can allow him in to begin a relationship of knowing one another and becoming one together.

In that process of becoming one it is like him taking a thimble size amount of your heart every day and he shows it to you.

When he shows it to you, you do have a choice. That choice is to face that part of you head-on with him, or do it alone.

When I sat with him, at first I’ll admit I didn’t want to address the issues going on in my heart. I didn’t want to look at that thimble he was showing me. It was as if I had to look directly in his eyes and say “I’m not ready.”

You know what his response was like?

It was as if he said “I know, but I’m here with you through it all. I’m not going anywhere.”

Needless to say, but I began to weep when I thought of all that has happened in my life over the last two years:

  • Job loss in Los Angeles
  • Relocating from being on our own to living with family
  • One of my childhood pets passed away
  • My grandma moved into an assisted living facility, selling her home we all grew up in. That home was in the family for over 50 years.
  • Family abandonment over COVID issues
  • Unhealthy conflict in close relationships
  • Losing close friendships that we held dear
  • Attending a new church not knowing anybody
  • Old mentors & leaders in the body of Christ I trusted, breaking that trust
  • Tight knit friend group disappearing

The list could go on and on forever.

The point is this: I had developed some trust issues, and didn’t even realize it.

These trust issues were directly connected to my relationship with God. It affected me in such a way that I was afraid to approach him face to face in my secret place.

I spent time with him throughout the day. Like I said before, I prayed, read/ listened to the Word, and filled myself with podcasts and biblically-based books.

But something was missing

All of the things that happened to me, especially the close interpersonal relationships with family and leaders, lead me to a place of mistrusting God.

When everything else seemed to come crashing down and all else had failed me, it wasn’t God that I felt most comfortable and safe with, it was my pain.

I was comfortable living in constant pain and emotional baggage.

When I decided to address this thimble he put before me I completely broke down.

I gave in.

I put up my white flag of surrender and began to worship him for WHO HE IS.

In that moment when my eyes for once came off myself and fixed onto my Lord, it all became clear to me that I was, for some time, sitting on the throne of my own heart.

When I came to, after weeping for some time, I finally realized why I had been distant for so long;

I was afraid

I was mistrusting

I was hurt

I was ashamed

I didn’t believe he was safe

He met me right where I sat, with his sweet presence, to reveal to me once again his unending love for me.

This process for me was such a beautiful reminder that it is Christ and him alone, whom my soul loves.

It is him, whom I can trust

It is in him that I find peace

It is him, in whom I am truly known

May I be like Peter in the Chronicles of Narnia who longs to see Aslan the Great Lion, even if I am frightened to approach him and his glorious throne.

Who is Aslan?” asked Susan.
“Aslan?” said Mr. Beaver, “Why don’t you know? He’s the King. . . . It is he, not you, that will save Mr. Tumnus. . . .”
“Is—is he a man?” asked Lucy.
“Aslan a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion—the Lion, the great Lion.”
“Ooh!” said Susan. “I’d thought he was a man. Is he—quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver, “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.
“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver. “Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ’Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
“I’m longing to see him,” said Peter, “even if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point.”

The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe

Jesus is king

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