I've done some pretty poopy things in my day.
I still do sometimes...just not intentionally.
I would probably die* if some of those things became public knowledge.
You know what is so crazy about the sentence I just wrote? I realized, as I typed it out, that I can't even remember most of those things.
It's like: I know horrible stuff was done, but I am so removed now from who I was then that they don't even matter.
They don't even matter because Jesus did it. Somehow, He found a way to save little ol' me. In the most ingenious way possible.
Now because of that incredibly cute Baby that was born in a manger over 2000 years ago, I am finally alive. And free.
So I guess I won't die after all**, if any of those things did go public.
**Pun definitely intended.