Dr. Tim's Words About Living

I am not a normal person.   As EYEgore said in Young Frankenstein, I grasp his statement and call myself Abbey Normal?  Yes, that’s it. God’s Abnorm.

As I ponder my existence on this little round, blue ball, I muse to myself about the meaning my life has had.  I have had virtually no impact on this planet save the four boys my life will leave behind.  When I die, what will have changed?  Not a whole lot.  Did I save anybody?  No.  have i changed a life?  Don’t be silly.

My footprint will disappear from the planet when I die and the rest of the world will never have noticed.

The norm, according to evangelicals, is to constantly natter about others being saved.  Most people I’m around either are already saved or don’t care for my brand of music.  Oh – sorry – christianity.

There is no vast expanse of time and space according to the christian.  Just a narrow little band of what they deem to be “holy” and what doesn’t threaten their belief in god.  Or do they believe in God?  Or G_d?  Or Yahweh? Or Jehovah.

My answer to these questions is – yes.  They are all God.  Just little narrow bits and strands of God.  The God of pentecost is different from the God of Messianic Judaism, is different from the God of the Presbyterian, and so on.

Like blind men figuring out what an elephant looks like, I fancy.

So.  What we consider to be normal is just a narrow sliver of God.

Therefore, I prefer to know as much about God as I can take in.  I prefer Namaste to Bless You.  Why?  Because God is in everyone of us.  (the Bible says so).   I prefer Peace Be Still to the overbearing message the Assembly of God makes.

I prefer to be alone than be in a building full of knuckleheads who don’t want to know my God – who is BIGGER, GREATER, MORE MERCIFUL, MORE GRACIOUS (etc) than these pretenders could ever be.

Church.  You think you’re players in a game of the universe?  You are targets for the foot of God.