Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Lover Of My Soul
I dont know what to write about. I want to write about how the thought came to me this afternoon that God is not a rapist. The thought startled me. I had been thinking about that kind of lovemaking that is tender and consuming. The kind that a person knows when it happens that it is what it was created to be. Then I thought about how not too long ago at church I thanked God for being the lover of my soul. For pursuing me. Then I thought about how our image of God gets so screwed up and it is a wonder that we welcome him at all in our lives. I'm sure there are more thoughts to come on this topic. I don't really want to go there at all. But the sentence is echoing in my brain. God is not a rapist.