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For Those Who Ask Questions.

Do you ever feel small in a world you have to use airplanes to walk across?

Do you ever sense the hand of a big God in a world you’re too small to walk across like you’re in your room?

We are the small beings who can outlast the world we can’t walk across if only we allow a God so infinitely big to dwell in finitely little us

Do you ever have questions you seem not to find answers to?

Like a heart that keeps breaking and someone who died for no reason?

Do you ever come across contrasts that seem so not understandable?

Like light, a particle and a wave

Like big things found in small things

Like God not seen but everywhere

Like the same God having the whole world in his hands but coming in as a little baby just like us.

If you search for answers and find none, it doesn’t mean some questions have no answers

If you try to explain the paradox and end up where you started, It doesn’t mean there are problems with no solutions.

Step beyond yourself.

We are small beings asking big questions but wanting small answers we can take in.

Welcome. God.

He’s lion and the lamb

He’s father and a friend

He’s fire and the source of the streams that flow in desert places

Now you have a question.

Never mind, He’s the answer.

Can you handle him?

No you can’t

No you shouldn’t

Just trust Him

Stand at the edge

Take a deep breathe

And thrust yourself into ocean God

Then…

Start to swim and discover

You will find for yourself they weren’t contrasts after all

Hard questions with no answers or life paradox circles that brings us back where we started

No they weren’t

They were just realities that could never be understood from the edge of doubt

You need to be in the sea to see things in the sea

You need to be in the sea to see things for what they are

We risk jumping

We risk letting go

Sometimes the best we do is to stand at the edge and point fingers to God

It’s not too late

That you are reading this; Dive in

Take my hands through the proverbial paper and do that leap of faith

I have jumped and didn’t land on hard ground with broken bones

I was caught. . .

By the Sea

In the sea we see things as they are

By the sea we see things as we are

By the sea is not in the sea

Don’t make your conclusions by the sea

Jump into the sea.

It takes faith

It takes leaving all you have been told 

It takes leaving all you have known

It takes stepping beyond yourself  

The end of fear is faith

The end of self is the your real self

Breathe.

Jump.

Swim.

It’s worth it.

In the sea we see.