I felt it necessary to put a disclaimer here after posting my first few entries. Know, dear reader, that these writings are reflections of myself, but not necessarily solid beliefs that I hold. As a writer, my goal and delight is to experiment, let myself loose, and see what appears on these pages. Some may be good, most will be trash, and most will not be true. These entries will be flawed both logically and religiously.
And when I mention God or refer to Him in my writing whether directly or indirectly, it is with the understanding that I am talking about God, Jesus Christ (His son), and the Holy Spirit as understood by reading the Bible. (I beg your’s and God’s forgiveness for any irreverence or lies that I may inadvertently post here.)
If you are concerned about something I’ve written, please comment. (I would promise to respond, but due to the nature of wordpress, and the ability for many different parties to comment, I’m unable to respond to comments. Sorry about that…cause I would love to respond, but I’m not sure how to make it work. Just know that I read and very much appreciate your comments, both encouraging and thought provoking ones.)
Priscilla
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For me, God rests in each and every one of us in the form of our consciousness that guides us at each and every step of our lives. We just need to take time to listen to him.
-Tarun
(I wasn’t sure how to respond to hotbacteria’s comment, so I’m going to post here.)
I struggle with the idea that God rests in each of our consciousness’s. Personally, I know myself. Even on my good days, I’m just so far from being good or even “not bad.” If God exists (which I believe he does), then He doesn’t exist as part of myself. He couldn’t…I couldn’t serve or seek a God that is as flawed as I am. No, God has got to be bigger, way bigger. He’s got to be perfect. He has got to exist beyond myself. I want to serve a God that existed before me, is powerful…and even, yes, even doesn’t need me. I don’t want to, couldn’t settle for less.
While I would concede that God has given His Holy Spirit to live in me and work through me, I don’t see how a true God could be an actual part of me. Work through me, yes. Be a part of me, no. Living with myself for the few years I have, I know there is nothing in me that can be called God. I’m made in the image of God, flawed by my own sin, indwelt by the Holy Spirit, and serving a powerful, amazing, God. I guess that’s were I rest.
I appreciate your comment hotbacteria.