Parable of the Sower

Did our community die so that addicts could make a help the poor political statement?

Worship is no good without action. With action, it’s only useful if it steadies you, focuses your efforts, eases your mind.”

And how many people has it hurt? How many are going to starve later because of destroyed crops? That’s nature. Is it God?

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

One more weirdness; one more crazy, deep-rooted delusion that I’m stuck with. I am stuck with it. And in time, I’ll have to do something about it. In spite of what my father will say or do to me, in spite of the poisonous rottenness outside the wall where I might be exiled, I’ll have to do something about it. That reality scares me to death.

“Then show me a more pervasive power than change,” I said. “It isn’t just entropy. God is more complex than that. Human behavior alone should teach you that much. And there’s still more complexity when you’re dealing with several things at once—as you always are. There are all kinds of changes in the universe.”

Name plus purpose equals focus for me.

But there’s hope in understanding the nature of God—not punishing or jealous, but infinitely malleable. There’s comfort in realizing that everyone and everything yields to God. There’s power in knowing that God can be focused, diverted, shaped by anyone at all. But there’s no power in having strength and brains, and yet waiting for God to fix thing

There is no end To what a living world Will demand of you.