Parable of the Sower

maybe she just went crazy because her God was demanding too much of her.

maybe she just went crazy because her God was demanding too much of her. She was no Job.

We give lip service to acceptance, as though acceptance were enough. Then we go on to create super-people—super-parents, super-kings and queens, super-cops—to be our gods and to look after us—to stand between us and God. Yet God has been here all along, shaping us and being shaped by us in no particular way or in too many ways at once like an amoeba—or like a cancer. Chaos.

God can’t be resisted or stopped, but can be shaped and focused. This means God is not to be prayed to.

God exists to be shaped.

God is Change.

She believed in a literal acceptance of everything in the Bible. Yet, when things got to be too much for her, she decided to trade pain for eternal pain in the hereafter.

But what if all that is wrong? What if God is something else altogether?

Is there a God? If there is, does he (she? it?) care about us?

Is it a sin against God to be poor?

So what is God? Just another name for whatever makes you feel special and protected?