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then came the storm
- xyQco
- You know, I always wondered if I was adopted. Surely, I thought, Jackie Chan was my real father. I mean, I wanted to fight evildoers and all but I couldn't find any absolute, tangible evil to fight--except myself. More than ever I wanted to be someone I was not, therefore I became nothing. And then came the storm. I asked God one day if he could change my life, if he could give me a sword and shield to help me fight this war. Then he told me the war had been won, but battles were to come. The storm is still raging; the rain does not cease. And here I stand, sword unsheathed, shield held firm--and now my fight is not without my Commander, my Christ.
