
There is a promise inherent in the way we talk about God which gives meaning to our lives. The promise is that we are going somewhere, and all of this is going somewhere.
I called God "stinky."
There is a promise inherent in the way we talk about God which gives meaning to our lives. The promise is that we are going somewhere, and all of this is going somewhere.
Who then, if they have it within their power to protect a space in which joy is shared, would willingly crack the crystal dome over the joyous before circumstances lift it of their own accord?