Whether we are at Cafe Gratitude or Carl’s Jr, whether we are in a cathedral or in a nightclub, whether we are inside of a mosque or on the metro, every single moment is a sacred moment. A moment far too important for us to miss.
When we miss the people and the experiences and the feelings of our lives, we miss God. We don’t get to know the joy of seeing God show up in the world. More profoundly, we don’t get to participate in the wonder of God showing up in the world.
How terrible to be a god of change and endure grief unending.
Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian.
And if I consume another
mortal’s flesh, will I like
god before me, shit a million stars upon
the naked, wretched sky?
Close your eyes, and with Jesus, journey back through your day. As you do, confess sin as you see it…
Your view of God — How big you think He is – will decide the size of your faith.
Muhammad had close links with three of the leading hanifs of Mecca. ‘Ubaydallah ibn Jahsh was his cousin and Waraqah ibn Nawfal was a cousin of Khadijah: both these men became Christians.
He didn’t reckon that God owed him anything. He reckoned that he’d had it all, and wasted it. Burning lakes and howling fiends had just never seemed that convincing, perils hardly fit to frighten naughty children.
He turned over, staring up at the darkess.
Damned…having found out now what hell was really like.
They say there is six degrees of separation between you and another person. However, when people are praying for you there are only two degrees.
you know we’ve all sinned a lot against science
so we really ought to be as available as an apple
on a bough
pleasant thought fresh air free love cross-pollenization
oh oh god how I’d love to dream let alone sleep