“When you come back to life after death, it’s sort of like God pushed you out of His tummy.”
— Sullivan, unprompted
Hmmm…how can I go to seminary and then put that learning into good use…
Hmmm…how can I go to seminary and then put that learning into good use?…
Leviticus and Numbers tell me not that God is merciless, but rather that His bodily condescension at Christmas and Calvary is sublimely loving.
“But Dad, what is God? What is he? Is he just a big huge blump of air?”
— Sullivan, overhearing Carla and me talk about God’s kingdom
“Excuse me, Daddy. God didn’t make this dinner. Mommy did! So, thank you, Mommy, for making this good dinner.”
— Sullivan, after Scott says grace
RE: bin Laden’s death: If God doesn’t take any pleasure in the death of the wicked, neither then shall I.
Light pollution is a theological issue. 🚀 🌎
[while listening to “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley]
Sullivan: What are “every little things”?
Carla: Just everything. Everything’s gonna be alright.
Sullivan: God. ‘Cos he makes badness into…into…love-ness. He’s a nice guy.
One of several times I’ve imagined myself confronting Perry Babb:
“I have to be honest with you, Perry: I don’t think you’re an apostle, and until you’re willing to discuss the possibility that I’m right, chit-chatting seems a little disingenuous.”
One of several times I’ve imagined myself confronting Perry Babb:
“I have to be honest with you, Perry: I don’t think you’re an apostle, and until you’re willing to discuss the possibility that I’m right, chit-chatting seems a little disingenuous.”