The end of the story is that I escaped my mental jail cell without losing my faith. But it wasn’t immediate or simple. It was a complicated process that involved trauma, unconventional theology classes, and listening to the unexpected, still, small voice of the Holy Spirit.
By reciting the words, “Lord Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner,” I am taken deeper in my connection with the Master of the Universe; I enter into the place of God through Christ Jesus, and find the God of love.