I went to temple at crowded times when Brahmins were too distracted to come between me and God.
I went to temple at crowded times when Brahmins were too distracted to come between me and God.
The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
The presence of God is the finest of rewards.
We are all born like Catholics, aren't we-in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in his mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself? Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? -- Love. That was his answer.
I have a story that will make you believe in God.
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