|Chi Rho 1, 8 X 10, Ink, inquire here for print.|
|Chi Rho 2, 8 X 10, Ink, inquire here for print.|
|Chi Rho 3, 8 X 10, Ink, inquire here for print.|
|Chi Rho 4, 8 X 10, Ink, inquire here for print.|
His face was expressionless but intent on his mission. In one graceful gesture the sword came around and lopped both of my legs off at the knees and I went down onto the stumps. Definately got my attention. As I wept bitterly, begging forgiveness for my arrogance and posturing as someone great, I thought in the back of my mind, this is not the whimpy Christ I've always heard about.
This being was no joke. He showed up often after that. Beat me severly about the head. Now I'm more inclined to forgive my fellow man, and I'm not so arrogant anymore. The thing is that he was right all along--I was wrong. Now we're friends at least--first name basis.
Measure twice, cut once.