How could one be so dispassionate toward the things of God? Are we a bludgeon to an anthology of all things good? Are we but islands on a dark blue sea, swept away by hypocrisy? For we frolick happily by the suffering of widows and orphans if they don’t dress and speak in our fashions. What is our twisted rations? Down we look upon the uneducated as if they were but vermin. Lo, it remains we who need to continue learnin’. My prayer is as follows: O Lord, let us not grow weary in well doing upon vain shells. Let us give time to our fellow man, no matter how horrid he smells.
J.S. Stone M.Ed is an independent freelance writer of all genres. She holds a Masters degree in Gifted Education from Northwestern State University, along with over a decade of field research and experience with gifted individuals. She is fluent in weird, and is best known for her fictional blog series Dr. Jes Goldstein Sociopath. J.S. Stone is married with two children and is working to raise awareness of sexual abuse and end the stigma of mental illness. View all posts by J.S.Stone M.Ed