As plain as day. Look! Look at the shining sun giving color for our eyes to see. Why whose hands shaped such majesty? This is the living God’s. As is the wind and the seas. But still more, the living God, is more like a man than any man, with fingers and feet and a heart of grace. Yes, friends, this day is His. He made it. Imagine the frustration of the living god who cannot communicate to his creation. So alas he’s told me to tell you he’s as plain as day, an average Joe, a regular folk, a humble fellow, a man, a living man. He’s told me to tell you to forget about the past and just consider him. He’s told me to damn the churches who spread fear like flames that defile his approach. He’s told me to tell you that he loves you and he wants you to like him. He’s lonely. He’s using me, Jeremy a brat from the suburbs who once ate Oreos and whiskey, that he still forgives us and he still longs for our embrace and that he is everywhere looking to help us at every turn and that the badness of the world is not of his accord and those who do bad and hurt others pay a price and so the price exists and we don’t have to be a part of that price and we can just relax and never have to worry about the wrongs of the world and that those who trust him will find great happiness and sustained life and healthy friends and nice meals and a loving family and they won’t find the need to have to feel neglected or used or beaten or unhappy or miserable or manipulated or conned or devastated.

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