Latter Day Sinner

Someone farther back than anyone has done my genealogy literally took on the name of Christ for the family. That decision many centuries ago has a pernicious effect on me. I am certainly a Crist but that doesn’t make me a Christian. The “i” in Christ gives me delusions of grandeur. I am the Mark of Christ literally but in most ways only nominally. I do not know myself apart from Christ. I very much want to do so much of the time, but people don’t believe me when I say I’m not a Christian. Hell maybe I am a Christian whether I like it or not. Perhaps agency is an illusion and I do not have a way to get Jesus to let me go. I am in Christ and he is in me.