Can you really help me with this
Can I get to the other side
Elijah and the prophets of Baal
Psalm 25
Job 38
A god of our own making
If you can configure him in your head, it is no god
There should always be a mystery
Without mystery there is no worship
Ten commandments locked up in a storage room
Really
Will that stop God…no way
He crashed thru the barriers, he overcomes the hurdles, he spins the galaxies
You made him too small and you keep him small
When God speaks we don’t worry about the answer, we ow the knee
When god speaks, we are no longer in control, we shudder, we seek his face, nothing else
You don’t have to die the rest of your life to prove that you hurt
I saw the grand canyon
1. I was afraid
2. I was in awe, wonder
3. I could only look for so long
4. it was beyond my comprehension
5. the picture remains in my mind
Shannon Odonnell
She was big. No question about it. Size 12 feet. Broad Big Generous Wide
Even her voice was big, her laughter full and rich, capable of filling an auditorium. Some things fit, most didn't. She searched for chairs without arms,
she found ways to be on the edges, not in the center, as if people wouldn't notice. She was big. Bigger than almost anyone she knew. Her hug was huge, two strong arms that could wrap around and hold a person close and be warm, safe, whole. She was a great big pillow to cry into, one that held all the tears until you were done crying. There was a secret the big woman knew, something she didn't tell anyone. She didn't even tell herself very often because it hurt to hear the words. "I'm too big," she'd whisper, "too big for God. Even God doesn't have arms big enough to hold me." And then that great and big and gentle woman would cry. And her tears were just like her- big and gentle and they washed over her face and splashed down into her lap.
Can I get to the other side
Elijah and the prophets of Baal
Psalm 25
Job 38
A god of our own making
If you can configure him in your head, it is no god
There should always be a mystery
Without mystery there is no worship
Ten commandments locked up in a storage room
Really
Will that stop God…no way
He crashed thru the barriers, he overcomes the hurdles, he spins the galaxies
You made him too small and you keep him small
When God speaks we don’t worry about the answer, we ow the knee
When god speaks, we are no longer in control, we shudder, we seek his face, nothing else
You don’t have to die the rest of your life to prove that you hurt
I saw the grand canyon
1. I was afraid
2. I was in awe, wonder
3. I could only look for so long
4. it was beyond my comprehension
5. the picture remains in my mind
Shannon Odonnell
She was big. No question about it. Size 12 feet. Broad Big Generous Wide
Even her voice was big, her laughter full and rich, capable of filling an auditorium. Some things fit, most didn't. She searched for chairs without arms,
she found ways to be on the edges, not in the center, as if people wouldn't notice. She was big. Bigger than almost anyone she knew. Her hug was huge, two strong arms that could wrap around and hold a person close and be warm, safe, whole. She was a great big pillow to cry into, one that held all the tears until you were done crying. There was a secret the big woman knew, something she didn't tell anyone. She didn't even tell herself very often because it hurt to hear the words. "I'm too big," she'd whisper, "too big for God. Even God doesn't have arms big enough to hold me." And then that great and big and gentle woman would cry. And her tears were just like her- big and gentle and they washed over her face and splashed down into her lap.
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