One thing is for sure, Jesus Lives.
My rational mind tells me Jesus did not actually walk the Earth, but my rational mind would have pulled the trigger long ago and it was God that said, “Hey! Look at the size of that cat!!” and I was saved.
I do know that the people who wrote and retold the stories about Jesus were guys just like me — just guys who were picked for some pretty important moonlighting. They weren’t pressed into service. They pledged their lives to God and God came calling.
God will work you as hard as you can stand and then ask politely for you to stretch a littler farther. It hurts, but you adapt because that’s what you do best.
The human being is the ultimate utility knife when wielded by our surgeon of love.
Sappy enough?
I can’t make this crap up myself.
I just noticed a post I made a while back called The Universe Is My Friend. That’s true, but I don’t mean in a general sense or that the universe meets my physical and spiritual needs. God is literally my friend. We laugh and we fight and we hug and we sleep and we dream and we hope. God doesn’t know EVERYTHING and he can’t predict EVERYTHING. He can’t tell the future, but he remembers every nanosecond of the past and of what he was thinking then and of what you were thinking then, all billions and billions of us. So, having the most information and the widest possible angle of view, God is the best qualified to advise you on your next move.
Listen closely to your gut. God speaks with your voice, but he’s usually the only one making any sense.
I’ve come back to this post to add an account of a vision I had one night that has never since returned. It was one of the coolest things I’ve ever experienced and I was tingling through all 2 hours of it. The memory of God can be presented as a sort of filmstrip where every frame is a different, altered memory — they’re projections of what might have happened at every crossroad of every decision you’ve ever had. When you enter one and decide to throw in the towel, reality dissolves and is replaced with the next take, only this time it’s a little better. After hundreds of iterations, you feel your satisfaction catching up with your hopes and eventually perfection is achieved.
Time during a vision is disconnected from the Earthly clock. A “two hour vision” might have lasted just ten minutes back home.
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