When we talk to God, we’re praying. When God talks to us, we’re schizophrenic.
I have two young children with autism. What could they have ever done to deserve that? What kind of a God allows the innocent to suffer? It’s a mystery. Yet still, I believe in God.
Dodging and burning are steps to take care of mistakes God made in establishing tonal relationships.
God put me on this earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind that I will never die.