In the book of Genesis, after Cain kills Abel, God curses Cain to a life of toil and wandering. But when Cain laments that his own life is in danger, God promises to protect him: “The Lord put a mark on Cain, so that no one who came upon him would kill him” ( Gen 4:15 ).
I have always had a strange draw to the story of Cain. I don’t know the story fully, only but in wisps.
Perhaps being the eldest and unfavored.
Awkward and cast out.
A feeling of being marked and identifiable as lacking, and yet somehow, favored, protected, guarded, unable to be completely decimated.
But cursed.
Truly I have felt cursed. Excommunicated. Denounced.
Yet nothing seems able to kill me yet.
I should have been dead at least 5 times -
But here I am.
Lone wolf — against all odds.
