While in Indiana at some point I lost my Morocco/Ending KBC Well Journal. This was horrifying as it had the Morocco trip chronicled day by day and my numerous thoughts from the last month of our time in Oxford. I was highly frustrated, then when we prepared to move I found it!!! Anyway today i pulled the little plain brown notebook and read through it, my were there many stories and interesting thoughts, beginnings to songs, one-liners etc... One of the consistent questions I've heard people ask lately is how big is God, or how can I see him bigger. That is probably the question that I grappled with the most whilst in KBC, and I wrote down my thoughts soon before we left Oxford. HUGE apologies to earlinoxford.blogspot.com readers as you will have already read this before, but maybe something new will strike you this time. Do enjoy and reflect, put in your own descriptors or adjectives, read on...
What is God Like
A mystery that can partially be solved, a father who generously pours out his love and wrath on his children, a king who chooses us peasants as heirs in his kingdom, a being who is somehow everywhere all at the same time, a judge who does not show partiality who exhibits righteous justice, a potter who models us his clay into his image, an artist who paints the horizon daily and has since the foundation of the world.
The word indescribable comes to mind, adjectives don't do the trick, neither do adverbs. To attempt to explain eternity, omniscience, love, justice, omnipresence, in words is a tas too difficult for mere humans. This can only be expressed in awe and wonder. The kind you sense when standing next to Niagara Falls, watching a fire burn, listening to waves crash over the rocks, counting seconds between the claps of thunder and crashes of lightning, gazing into the deep night sky, the aroma of freshly baked bread, attempting to imagine what forever really is... indescribable, full of mystery, robes of glory and bringing me to my knees.
e.d.r.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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dear earl, you must be getting better-thanks to Richard! I remember your first Christmas as a young married couple, a small apartment and your first Christmas tree! love, mom
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