"I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please;
not enough to explode my soul
or disturb my sleep,
but
just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine...
I want ecstasy, not transformation;
I want the warmth of the womb,
not a new birth.
I want about a pound of the Eternal
in a paper sack..
I would like to buy $3 worth of
God, please."
~ Wilbur Rees
Sadly, lots of people want just a little bit of God. They want to be able to pray once a week, at Sunday dinner. They want to be able to say, "God bless you!" and mean it, sort of like a good luck charm. They want the goodies, but not the gift.
The true gift is transformational. It consumes.
My God is a consuming fire.
I think, therefore I write. I write what God is teaching me as a Student of the Word in an obscure part of rural Ontario.
Yes He is indeed. Mom, nice new blog. I like this type. It's pretty. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd that poem makes me sad. But in that good way.
Love you.