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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Our God is NOT a book.

One of the best sermons I’ve ever heard a relation of mine speak, was also one of the last ones he preached. He projected a picture of a rose on to a wall. It was an alright rose. But he made the point that an actual rose, the smell, the colour, the texture, the living plant…. was […]

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God is unboxable.

  Sometimes to make ourselves comfortable we put God in a box. We sculpt him into a wooden statue to bow to. We imagine him being a blonde and blue-eyed man that we can run away from. We make him silent, or uncaring, or angry, or weak and small. Then one day, we get revelation…. Maybe […]

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