Don’t see my sin, Lord.
Look at Jesus on the cross, Father … then look at me.
Look at Jesus Christ risen, Father … then look at me.
Look at Jesus ascended, Father … then look at me.
Amen.

Don’t see my sin, Lord.
Look at Jesus on the cross, Father … then look at me.
Look at Jesus Christ risen, Father … then look at me.
Look at Jesus ascended, Father … then look at me.
Amen.
I am not saying Christians are like coyotes. [For that, some could cut caustically to coyotes are like Christians — tricksters, roaming in the dark, feeding on the dead … ] Simply noticed — somewhat in passing, as it’s said, having attained, apparently … achieved? … some kind of state where nearly anything I hear,
Short answer: he did not. Neither did Prince Myshkin, that we know of. Likely both believed it. Beauty — in the person of Christ — will do so. And clearly D wrote of M in The Idiot to explore art and beauty and ugliness and salvation. But did he say it, and did he believe that
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