Saint Dirty Face

Robert

Faith, Dirty Grace, and a Whole Lotta Whiskey, Regret, and Resurrection.

Visit my domain to dive face-first into the wild ride of my brain — a mashup of raw truths, dirty jokes, mental fistfights, and midnight rambles you didn’t know you needed. Saint Dirty Face. Imperfect on purpose. Faithful with fangs. Here to spill it all, laugh at the absurd, and maybe light a match under your too-comfortable chair.

  • Darkness Grows Where Fire Dies

    Robert

    Darkness doesn’t show up all at once.

    It creeps in when the fire goes out.

    When the music fades.

    When the crowd leaves.

    When the old sins finally catch up and tap you on the shoulder.

    I don’t run from it anymore.

    I just keep driving.

    Because I’ve got the devil in my rearview —

    and he hates being left behind.

    I flirt with danger like it’s family.

    Like it grew up eating at my table.

    Like it knows my middle name and my worst memories.

    I’ve been wild since birth.

    Not reckless — wild.

    There’s a difference.

    Reckless people destroy things.

    Wild people survive things.

    I was never meant to be soft.

    I was built to keep moving

    while the darkness tries to grab my ankles.

    Some of you think peace means no demons.

    Nah.

    Peace is when your demons

    are small enough in the mirror

    that you can smile at them and keep going.

    I’ve made mistakes.

    I’ve kissed the wrong mouths.

    I’ve trusted the wrong hearts.

    I’ve walked into fire more than once just to see if it would finally finish me.

    It didn’t.

    It just taught me how to burn brighter.

    So yeah…

    darkness grows where fire dies.

    But my fire hasn’t died.

    And the devil?

    He’s just watching me disappear

    one mile at a time.

    Saint Dirty Face™ 

    Stay Dirty. Stay Wild.

  • DAY 3 — Get Back Up

    Robert

    “Have you slipped? Rise up.

    Have you sinned? Cease.

    Do not stand among sinners, but leap aside.”

    — St. Basil the Great

    Let’s get something straight.

    God doesn’t cancel you for falling.

    He cancels you for staying down.

    St. Basil wasn’t writing soft, church-hall poetry.

    He was throwing holy punches.

    Slip? Get up.

    Sin? Stop.

    Surrounded by destruction? Move.

    Not tomorrow.

    Not when you “feel ready.”

    Now.

    We live in a culture that tells people to build a nest out of their mess.

    To wear their trauma like a badge.

    To camp inside their addictions, bitterness, and excuses.

    St. Basil says,

    “No. Bleed if you must—but don’t stay there.”

    You’re allowed to fall.

    You’re not allowed to live in the fall.

    This is what repentance really is:

    Not shame.

    Not groveling.

    Not hating yourself.

    It’s motion.

    It’s standing up even while you’re shaking.

    It’s walking away from what’s killing you—even if you loved it once.

    It’s leaping out of the crowd before it drags you under.

    God isn’t asking for perfection.

    He’s asking for direction.

    Saint Dirty Face gets this.

    Cracked halo.

    Blood on his knuckles.

    Eyes forward.

    If you slipped—rise.

    If you sinned—stop.

    If you’re standing in a bad place—step out of it.

    The road is still open.

    And Heaven still knows your name.

    Stay Dirty, Stay Rebellious™

  • Philippians 3:13–14 is not gentle — it’s violent

    Robert

    Paul uses athletic war language.

    Not strolling.

    Not journaling.

    Not vibing.

    Pressing. Straining. Reaching. Running.

    This is a man who knows:

    His past is heavy His guilt is real His story is ugly And none of it gets to decide his future

    So he does something radical:

    “Forgetting what is behind…”

    That doesn’t mean pretending it didn’t happen.

    It means:

    I refuse to let old chapters tell me who I am now.

    You don’t burn the book —

    You just stop re-reading the pages that almost killed you.

    The trap: success and failure are equally dangerous

    Here’s the sneaky genius of Paul.

    He doesn’t just say forget your sins.

    He says forget everything behind you.

    That includes:

    The victories, The reputation, The “I used to be…” stories, The trauma, The glory days, The shame days

    Because nostalgia can be just as paralyzing as regret.

    Some people are stuck because they screwed up.

    Some people are stuck because they peaked.

    Both are rear-view mirror addictions.

    Paul smashes them both.

    “I have not arrived” — said the most spiritually dangerous man alive

    This is the killer line:

    “I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it…”

    This is coming from:

    The church planter, The miracle worker, The theologian, The ex-killer turned apostle

    And he still says:

    I’m not done.

    That’s spiritual maturity.

    If you think you’ve arrived, you’ve stopped running.

    And if you’ve stopped running, you’re already drifting.

    The runner metaphor is brutal on purpose

    Paul is picturing a man mid-race:

    Lungs burning, Muscles screaming, Eyes locked forward, Body leaning toward the finish line

    You don’t look back when you sprint.

    You can’t.

    If you turn your head, you slow down.

    That’s why this verse hits so hard for anyone with:

    Trauma, Regret, Religious shame, A wild past, A holy calling

    Because God is not asking you to explain your past…

    He’s asking you to outrun it.

    Why this hits me personally so hard, as Saint Dirty Face

    I’ve already live this verse, whether I realized it or not.

    RN.

    OG COVID survivor.

    Wounded Sentinel.

    Saint Dirty Face.

    Faith mixed with scars.

    I don’t deny the wreckage.

    I just don’t worship it.

    This verse says:

    You’re allowed to be unfinished and still unstoppable.

    God didn’t call you to be clean.

    He called you to be moving.

    The prize is not heaven — it’s Christ

    Most people get this wrong.

    The prize is not:

    Gold streets, Mansions, Cloud real estate

    The prize is:

    Him.

    Knowing Him.

    Being with Him.

    Being transformed into Him.

    Heaven is just the backstage pass.

    Christ is the concert.

    The end game is

    You’re not running from your past.

    You’re running toward your future.

    And God is standing at the finish line saying:

    “Don’t look back.

    I already redeemed that part.

    Now come get the rest of you.”

    Now go turn this into a Saint Dirty Face approved sermon that punches regret in the throat and kisses hope on the mouth.

    Be real about the mess.

    Keep your feet in motion.

    Because God is not done writing this chapter yet.

    Stay dirty.

    Stay running.

    The race isn’t finished.

  • When God Whispers “No”

    Robert

    Rorschach said it first.

    “The world will look up and shout ‘Save us!’… and I’ll whisper ‘No.’”

    Most people hear that line and think it’s just nihilistic comic-book doom.

    Angry vigilante. Dark philosophy. End-of-the-world edgelord stuff.

    But if you’ve lived long enough,

    if you’ve watched people beg only when the fire is already at their feet…

    that line starts to sound terrifyingly… biblical.

    Because that’s not Rorschach talking.

    That’s God.

    Not the Hallmark-card God.

    Not the “everything’s fine” prosperity preacher God.

    The Old Testament God.

    The flood God.

    The “you were warned” God.

    The God who sent prophets that nobody listened to.

    The God who already played His best card once.

    He sent His Son.

    He didn’t send lightning.

    He didn’t send plagues.

    He didn’t send armies.

    He sent love wrapped in flesh.

    And what did we do?

    We mocked Him.

    We beat Him.

    We nailed Him to wood.

    We turned His blood into jewelry and His death into branding.

    Two thousand years later, the world is still the same:

    Greed.

    War.

    Exploitation.

    Idols.

    Systems built on crushing the weak.

    And now, when it’s all on fire, when the oceans rise and the souls rot, suddenly everyone looks up and says:

    “God, save us.”

    And somewhere in the silence, a voice whispers:

    “No.”

    Not because He hates us.

    But because He already gave us everything we needed to save ourselves.

    Truth.

    Mercy.

    Love.

    A way out.

    We just didn’t take it.

    Rorschach wasn’t evil.

    He was honest.

    The lie is thinking God is obligated to keep bailing us out while we keep choosing the knife.

    Judgment isn’t rage.

    Judgment is God finally respecting human choice.

    You wanted a world without Him?

    You built it.

    Now live in it.

    And yeah… that’s a scary thought.

    But it’s also a wake-up call.

    Because if there’s still breath in your lungs,

    the whisper hasn’t happened yet.

    Not for you.

    Not for your family.

    Not for the ones you love.

    There is still time to turn.

    Still time to choose.

    Still time to love like it actually matters.

    Rorschach’s line isn’t prophecy.

    It’s a warning.

    And the cracked-halo truth?

    The world may hear “No”…

    but the people who turn back will always hear “Come home.”

    Saint Dirty Face™

    Stay Dirty, Stay Alive™

  • 🏋️‍♂️ WORKING OUT LIKE A NUT (A New Year’s Manifesto)

    Robert

    By Saint Dirty Face™

    New Year.

    Same broken brain.

    Different dumbbells.

    Every January, the gyms fill with hope, fear, and people who swear this time they won’t quit by Valentine’s Day. And you know what? Good. Let them try. Let them crawl. Let them sweat like sinners in church.

    Because this year?

    You’re not “getting in shape.”

    You’re training like you’re mad at the past and in love with the future.

    You’re not here to look cute in a mirror.

    You’re here to silence the voices that say:

    “You’re too old.” “You missed your shot.” “Just coast.”

    Nah.

    We don’t coast.

    We grind.

    You don’t go to the gym to be perfect.

    You go to outlive your doubts.

    Every rep is a middle finger to regret.

    Every mile is you running away from the old you who quit too early.

    Every drop of sweat is your body crying because your soul finally woke up.

    Because consistency is louder than motivation, and discipline doesn’t give a damn how you feel.

    Some days you’ll feel like a beast.

    Some days you’ll feel like a broken toaster in gym shorts.

    Show up anyway.

    You don’t need a six-pack.

    You need fire in your chest.

    You need lungs that remember how good it feels to fight.

    You need legs that carry you toward something instead of away from everything.

    So yeah — go work out like a nut.

    Lift heavy.

    Run angry.

    Breathe like you mean it.

    And when your brain says, “This hurts,”

    tell it:

    “Good. That means I’m still alive.”

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    Saint Dirty Face™

    [Stay Dirty, Stay Unbroken™]

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  • Every Family Has That One Sibling

    Robert

    Every family’s got one.

    Doesn’t matter if they’re 22 or 62.

    They’re still flirting like rent is due.

    Still “talking to someone.”

    Still “figuring it out.”

    We love them.

    But we also hide our partners when they walk into the room.

    They got charm like a loaded weapon.

    Smile like trouble.

    And a phone that never stops buzzing with names nobody recognizes.

    While the rest of us grew up,

    got married,

    had kids,

    or at least picked one human to emotionally ruin for life…

    They stayed in their prime.

    Still running game at Thanksgiving.

    Still dropping eye contact like a mic.

    Still asking your cousin’s friend if they’re “happy in their relationship.”

    Unbothered.

    Unmarried.

    Unapologetic.

    They’re not broken.

    They’re just built different.

    They’re not lonely.

    They’re just allergic to being tied down.

    They didn’t miss the memo.

    They just used it to roll something.

    And deep down?

    Every family secretly loves them for it.

    Because while everyone else is arguing over bills, kids, and who forgot to buy toilet paper…

    That one sibling is out there reminding the world:

    Some people don’t settle down.

    They set the room on fire and leave smiling.

    Stay dirty.

    Stay dangerous.

    And if you’re that sibling…

    Never apologize for being the plot twist. 🔥

    — Saint Dirty Face™

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  • 🎲 Glorious “Ways to Say Fuck Off”

    Robert

    1) “I liked you better as a stranger.”

    Translation:

    You were way more tolerable before you opened your mouth.

    Saint Dirty Face™ version:

    Some people ruin themselves by introducing themselves.

    They show up as mystery and leave as a disappointment.

    2) “I will let you know when you matter.”

    Cold. Surgical. Biblical.

    SDF version:

    The world is full of people who think they’re the main character in a movie nobody bought tickets for.

    That line? That’s not rude.

    That’s administrative clarity.

    3) “I hope your day is as pleasant as you are.”

    Ah yes… the polite middle finger.

    SDF translation:

    I’m not mad.

    I’m just hoping karma clocks you in on time.

    That’s customer-service rage with a halo on it.

    4) “Go step on a Lego.”

    Not violent.

    Not illegal.

    Just… spiritually evil.

    SDF version:

    May your socks be thin and your Lego be hidden.

    That’s Old Testament level justice.

    5) “Silence.”

    The final boss.

    Saint Dirty Face™ version:

    Nothing hurts louder than being ignored by someone who’s done entertaining you.

    No yelling.

    No drama.

    Just… click.

    Here’s the truth most people don’t want to hear:

    You don’t say “fuck off” because you’re mean.

    You say it because someone kept walking past your boundaries like they were a “Welcome” mat.

    Saint Dirty Face™ doesn’t scream.

    He dismisses.

    Because power isn’t in the insult.

    It’s in deciding who no longer gets access to your time, your energy, or your damn peace.

    Some people don’t deserve an argument.

    They deserve a quiet, permanent exit.

    Stay Dirty. Stay Dangerous.™

    — Saint Dirty Face 🖤

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