Well, hurro there, eternity. Nice to see you.

I don't know Jesus. 

I'd like to say that I do, and admitting that I don't is actually really hard, but let's be honest here. I'm not even sure God exists. So, in an effort to save my sanity (and perhaps my soul?) I'll take this chance to find out who that hairy (kinda skinny) guy on the cross was, and what he means to me. I don't know what I'll learn, but stick with me, and strap in. I'm sure it will be a bumpy ride.

In love, Sarah.