I used to be a good Catholic girl, terrified of Big Daddy God in the sky who would smite me to Hell if I didn’t obey.
Then, I changed.
Poof! Big Daddy was gone.
And the world opened.
I used to be a good Catholic girl, terrified of Big Daddy God in the sky who would smite me to Hell if I didn’t obey.
Then, I changed.
Poof! Big Daddy was gone.
And the world opened.
‘Wonder’ for me, for sure. I was raised Christian “lite” and it easily faded into “the bottom line is Jesus was an amazing human no matter what affiliation to God, and he certainly existed with a significance to humanity pretty much unmatched.” The church morphed into something I couldn’t relate to, regards communication with whatever God was. Twenty two years ago I met a Souix Indian name Dr A.C. Ross and bought his book, Mitakuye Oyasin. After reading that and another half dozen Native American authors, I realized my “religion” was aligned theirs. The Creator exists, just look around. I am too small to name it. I will thank it as often as I can.
“The creator exists, just look around. I am too small to name it. I will thank it as often as I can.”
Thank you David Burrows for this portrayal of a personal relationship with the Divine . . . awesome within profound simplicity.