I know this sounds ridiculous, but I once boiled holy water on my stove and breathed in the steam, hoping it would clean me from the inside out. That’s how badly I wanted to be on God’s good side. Turns out Jesus came to correct that picture of God. He touched the untouchable. He called the ashamed His own. He healed on the day religion said not to. Because He’d rather defend a person than protect a rule. There’s no rule-following, test-passing or steam-cleaning required to get on God’s good side. There’s no bad side to Him. There never was.