Grandmother God

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

Unless you’re doing something for peace on Earth, I don’t want to hear about your religion.

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,

I approach in silence and in wonder.
What will you reveal to me this time?
I listen. I wait.
A word comes. A thought follows.
Ahh. So that’s how it is. That’s how it will be.
That’s the revelation for this moment.
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“Blessed are those who wage war and call it peacemaking, for they shall be full of it.”

[In character perhaps, but He didn’t say it.]

D. Blog: Grandmothers

There’s something about a grandmother’s love that’s like no other love. It can be strict when it comes to boundaries, but it takes great pride in each grandchild. She keeps track of our birthdays and the succeeding milestones of our maturing process. She gives lavish presents beyond the means of our parents, real and spiritual. She is thrilled when we choose to spend time with her. She likes us to tell her how life is going for us. She bestows hugs and kisses profusely. I guess her love is like that of another, like God’s.