- Religion and Philosophy
The Doctrine of Christian Unity
Just wait one second -- he is born in God's image? He drives me bonkers and asks 500 questions a day!
We are made in God's image. Not the collective man. Each man!
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So God created human beings in his own image. In the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. That is a great Bible verse written in a way that breeds love and cherishes diversity. That would be Genesis 1:27. I look and feel different than you. Shoot and shucks I love and have faith different than you. I am free to be me and to see a God who made me -- just me, in His image. Oh sure He made you in His image too. How cool is that? God made us all different and yet just like Him. Shows us how foolish we are to call Him him, hihihihi ;-)
My wife is my wife and I love her to death and she is more like God to her than me. Ms. Dora is more like God than me. Happy old Jodah John is more like God than me. Really? Yes! To them and to God.
I stray and they do not. So as far as image goes they are closer in likeness. How awesome is that? But I can "be like God" and it is legal for me to call God "Mike". God don't care.
Hold on here that is no image of God. He is a rankin stankin old hippie cowboy who has less teeth than a two hundred year old saw.
OK let us just assume.
You are like an angel. Perfect like a new born child and yet with wings that are a light light crimson white with a texture that is heavenly and can only be spoken of softly. Yet you purposefully set a toy block where dad steps on it in the middle of the night when he gets up to double check the security of the home and to make sure all is safe and sound. Now that must be God.
Seriously. Any good father knows this is God for he calls upon God to curse the block. Such is life. Can you look in a stranger's eyes and see God? I hope so.
Why does a sweet caress mean so much?
Have you ever thought of the caress of another being the hand of God.
Allow me to tell a story retold so much that i do not know the author.
A young man was made priest and sent to a parish of homeless and down trodden to "administer" to the down and out. He worked hard but just could not connect to the clients. One night the lead sister was home asleep or praying. The young priest was confronted by a man brought in whose skin and color was not discernible by the filth crusted on him from years of filth. He refused to clean up as was the safe house rules and nearly was violent. They set him down in the office and our young clergy did his best to evoke some desire to clean and stay for food and shelter but to no avail. Finally he called the sister. She came as though perky and ready to start a day at midnight. She did nothing but sit by the man. Eventually she asked to hold his gross and foul hand. He relinquished it. They held hands for one hour and he agreed to clean himself and four weeks later was helping to serve food and help others who came in.
The young priest asked the man what had changed. And the man said that when the sister had sat with him, it was the first time in 10 years that anyone had touched him, And he was grateful,
You are made in the image of God. Reach out and touch someone.
Can you remember you are in that image and act like it?
Can't life be fun? must it be serious all the time?
There is a phrase that really makes a lot of sense and is good for us to remember. I often remember it with a palm slap to my forehead. "lighten up". Whatever your concept of God we find it hard to believe -- except for Bible thumper like Planks and Celafoe -- that He wants us to be miserable. Yes the control freaks want us to cow tow to there thoughts of fire and brimstone and joyless faith out of fear. But we really need to approach God like happy children. Mathew 19:14 says it so well: Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." That just makes me all happy inside. And it should make you happy.
When we open instead of close our hearts we receive God and His blessings. Little children are open to new ideas and all the love that abounds we should try hard to emulate them.
Sorry but I am writing this standing upl and dancing!
Just drop a prayer and send some angel on over there -- purdy please!
Don't look at me, look at yourself
I ain't got nothin - I be a preacher man. I got no skin in your game. I just yackety yack and don't talk back.
These words spoken are words and not God's words but mine. I am a preacher man. My role is to get you to see your role, not to tell you what it is. I ain't got no podium of choir. I do not see a pew in vision.
I am not a savior I am less righteous than you. I am a sinner man. I love you because that is all I can do. I ain't worth a plugged nickel. Only way known to elevate me is to elevate you.
But you are my Idol, save God. For you are that image that is God and you are different than me. And I just hug you major big time.
This is my home, I hope you have one that has a white picket fence.
Let us end in prayer
God this is me speaking. And I am grateful for you and yours. Thanks for letting me hold a hand today and know down deep it was a hand in your image. Thanks for letting me cry today and taste the salt from a body you made.
Let me go forth and hold another's hand and love as you require me to do.
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