My understanding of God changed as I grew older...and that's a good thing...
Last Saturday, I was reminded (at a six-year-old's birthday party) that God wasn't in the words. I was going for the metaphor of magic...a certain kind of magic...that made plants grow...and you grow...blah, blah, blah.
It wasn't a bad ceremony... but for these little people, God was play.
God visited as a rose-petal, blessing... turned food fight.
It was magnificent. Blessed be and Amen.
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