I will be blunt.  I will not mince words.  Some things I say will offend some people, different ones different ways.  Pretty things and pretty people did not send Jesus to the Cross.  Many of those for whom I write are seeking to climb out of the gutter, and there’s no point in failing to meet them where they’re at.  Grown men, strong men, manly men have PTSD and nightmares and weep over witnessing their loved ones’ murders.  To sacrifice, redeem and heal these things is a participation in the Cross.