This is when I start trying to figure out where I left God. Which is silly because it makes Him sound like a set of keys or a debit card. (Now where did I put that God?). If I’m the center of the universe then God is my Personal Jesus Christ, my Genie in a Lamp, my Private Dancer…. He does, what I want when I want Him, too. Right?
Go live. Go love. Go search. Doomsday tomorrow or not, life is short. Get a life and live it with all that you have!
He loves us with an immense and powerful love, huge and stormy, with rolling thunder and flashing lightning and torrents of falling grace. He loves us like an ocean that always breaks against our shores and, tide after tide, seeks to draw us back into Himself. He loves us like True North loves a magnet, turning our attention always towards Him.
There is a good chance I am going to offend you here. Just lettin’ you know. A friend of mine noted today that I was conspicuously absent… Read more “Me and Osama”