A confession is good for the soul.

“A shameful confession.”

Before somebody tells you and I will not like it, I’ll better confess to you and you hear it from my own mouth, my shameful confessions.

The most embarrassing thing of my Dialysis is that it places me in the condition of a regular pagan who seems to be buying a little bit of life and health on one day to expend it on the next day. It is as if life is to hang on for dear life with all my four paws like a terrified cat on hot tin roof.

But there is a difference and that is that I am going all the way to the end laughing my head off. I’m having such a great time in the intimacy with my Lord and Savior, Shepherd and King Jesus my Friend and Father in heaven,

Even as I write this, I am giggling imagining your face as you read this letter.

Isn’t Jesus great?

Jesus did not only predestine and elect us unto salvation, but he provided for us and equipped us by making out of regular chicken livers a fearless man like the martyr Blandina of old who when she was being dragged with broken legs and all to the Roman Circus she looked like she was going to a party and not to be sacrificed at the Lion’s den.

I feel like saying thank you Jesus, thank you father, thank you so much for Blandina, because I know myself and how despicable I was but I also know how much you love me and love me to the end in the same way you love those who read this letter today, who also belong to you in Jesus in whom we are more than conquerors in his wonderful name.

This letter is written for those who are not ashamed of Jesus and whom Jesus will not be ashamed in front of the Father in Heaven and his holy angels.

Courage is rooted in Jesus who conquered death and rose again from the dead leaving the doors of heaven wide open for us to enter without fear but dressed in the white robe of righteousness and purity of Jesus the Son of God.

He who dresses with the robe of Jesus will be recognized by the angel in heaven who guards the Pearly gates who will step aside from guarding the Gates of Heaven to welcome together with other angels saying, “welcome home beloved of Jesus.”

Gerry Gutierrez.

PS. Today I dragged myself from Dialysis and wrote this letter in weakness, before my nap returns life in my bones and I forget that he is made perfect in my weakness. Pictures are of Ruthie, my niece. She cannot close her eyes even to sleep. Please pray for her. I used to cook and ride motorcycles.