There’s a story behind everything I say.
I’m really not sure how much to share with you.
I don’t want you to wig out.
I don’t want to give you nightmares or feed your fear on the drive home tonight.
I don’t want you to think I’m a freak or think of yourselves, because all I’m about to tell
happened right in front of the eyes of the world in which you live
and you never knew.
Some of you weren’t born back then, others were just children
while some of you simply saw without seeing.
It happens today.
There is a story in front of everything I share.
This story, something horrible happened before it and something even worse after.
You might actually feel better about the skeletons in your own closet after I share about mine.
You might say, “Thank God that never happened to me!” or “At least I never did that!”
But all of us have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God,
which is why I’m going to tell you the inside story of everything I say.
No edits, no deletes, no second-thought insertions.
I will lay everything bare, as bare as it was the nights it all occurred,
as bare as it still is within the skin of my mind.