God is a lake of living water into which all instances of conscious raindrops fall and resolve their temporary disconnection from their cyclical source.
God is a lake of living water into which all instances of conscious raindrops fall and resolve their temporary disconnection from their cyclical source.
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal