I grew up in the eastern united states. We hunted, and fished. There were chickens in the yard, a cow and some horses in the lot, and across the creek, against the bottom of the mountain, next to the spring, there was a hog pen. We planted small crops in april and in october, after first frost, we butchered. I don't remember having money till I was a teenager, but I never remember going hungry.
We were fundamentalists.Everything in the King James Bible was literally true. So, for more than twenty years every tale in the sacred book, no matter how unlikely, no matter how it might challenge reason, was loaded into my head as an absolute touchstone for truth.
Some time later I made my way, as all good believers yearn to do, to the hills overlooking the Jordan river. I had imagined that when I stood there, within close range of where Moses stood, pointing the way to the "Promised Land", Gods' chosen spot for His favored people, that I would feel something of the awe he must have felt. I gazed, and I waited. Imagine my shock when a voice said to me, "Yahweh doesn't know as much about real estate as you do." And that, for me, was the beginning.
Who God is has been a lifelong obsession. I think I know some things on that subject now. Since the subject is a bit of a party downer than either blue or red I've come here to think out loud. Comments, reasonable comments, are welcome.
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