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Jeffrey Baumgartner (probably)
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Conversations with God
But probably not as you envision Her
On a cold winter's evening in a dreary supermarket I looked into
the glowing smile of a tired cashier and saw God who reached out from
that smile, took my hand and pulled me across many dimensions to a
warm, desolate beach of another time. Together we walked beneath the
ever changing sky that was cloudy one moment, red the next and star
filled the next.
God and I walked along the beach as the sky changed with hyperactive
energy. She took my hand and spoke. “I am disappointed in you,
my children,” she told me, gazing through me and out into the
sea. “You have not matured in 2000 years. You have wrapped my
words of universal love, compassion and understanding into a web of
medieval rituals and beliefs that have more to do with hurting my
children than loving them. Worse, so many of my children hurt each
other in my name, as if I would ever harm one of my children? What
loving mother would or could do such a thing? Read
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There are Jeffrey's conversations with her...
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