The foot of God

We don’t get to make up God. We don’t get to redraw him. We don’t get to dress him up in different clothes. We don’t get to look at only his foot and say “woah… he must look weird”. But, as limited created figures in this reality, our revelation of the creator is flawed. Our […]

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The deathman and his gift.

The king of death tried to give to man what he had tried to take himself. Divinity and eternity without the capacity of sacrificing everything for the good of the whole. The king of death – referred to as “deathman” from here on in, the anti hero of our meta story, is said to have […]

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Where’s God?

a few days ago I was about to get into a car with a friends family and his son emerged from the car almost in tears, in Latvian he was freaking out because his dad wasn’t in the car. His dad quickly figured out the situation and brought the child into the car he was […]

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A magpie stabbed my eye.

A magpie is a black and white bird. In Australia during spring and their mating season, magpies are very protective of their trees. If you casually walk past the tree within 100m (300ft) they swoop you with their sharpened beaks. The only defence is staring at them or drawing a face on the back of […]

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terrified but trusting.

Tonight some interesting things happened. I walked into a large gathering of Christians and sat a few rows from the front and instantly got annoyed as the light show kept flashing at me. I don’t understand light shows at the best of times. (Yes, i prefer hardcore punk show lit by two bed table lamps) […]

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When we know better than God.

Jesus is sitting on the mountain crying out to God, he doesn’t really look forward to the cross, he’s not the biggest fan of pain or ridicule or, for that matter, injustice and just imagine that moment of clarity. ‘Actually father, I know a better way than you do. I’m just going to fly over […]

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God’s open room.

In the beginning of time God created little doors. They had the choice to be opened or closed. But if they decided to be closed then nothing could come in or go out. Currently I live in a room in Sweden that sometimes smells so strange. We have had three dudes living in here, and sometimes […]

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His Heart

My brother-in-law once told me, the day he kissed his son and felt Toms skin on his lips was one of the greatest moments of his life.            Intimate,                      special,                       […]

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He kept putting himself in the shoes of the damned.

He kept putting himself in the shoes of the damned.

He kept feeling the pain of the restless, the oppressed, the hated, the dirty, the dead and the outcast.

He stood up for those even the holiest refused to look at.

He pointed out flaws in systems that accused the weak of being criminals, and the rich of being Satanists and his aim was to take them all down.

He kept putting himself in the shoes of damned and asking, how does that feel to be in those shoes.

He kept putting himself behind the eyes of the sad and the broken.

And he not only healed them, he not only raised their hands in victory. But he upheld the laws that were supposed to limit that kind of evil incursion.

He put on the robes that were heavy with sweat, and caked with dirt and ripped from their hands.

He walked the streets of the down trodden, he felt their fears, and laughed their joys.

He looked on his representatives with confusion and dismay. They were very passionately, fighting for the wrong team.

He kept putting himself in the shoes of the violent, the pants of the old-fashioned, the told that they were stupid, the raped, the tortured, the lost, the refugee, the impure, the uncomforted, the untrustworthy. The damned.

And he saved them. He championed them. He did good for them.

He didn’t yell and point fingers. He didn’t avoid them on the street. He loved.

And he knew what that meant.

A God we can control

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