Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
Goshen Creek 02 — Blue Ridge Parkway, Blowing Rock, North Carolina
God is a psychic reality, not a spiritual being. Comprehending this changes everything. For one thing, it makes us the closest some people ever get to God. And it gives us the opportunity to remind them that they, too, are God, and need to start acting like it. Without saying anything about going to hell if they don't.
If they don't, they just regret it forever.
Living without dancing with the God they were born to be. That is an eternal realization that beats hell all the way to hell and back that never ends.
Living as though we are God because we are makes us Jesus. Makes us psychic wonders. Everyday. And cuts back sharply on the whining, moaning, complaining... Jesus never whined.
If Jesus could forgive the crowd that killed him, we can show compassion for Donald Trump. And few people ever needed compassion the way Trump and his minions do.
They diss the God they are every moment of every day. The God they are never shines through. Imagine living with that eternally.
I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing.
I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.
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