I actually have a more substantial (RE: pompous and long-winded) post that I'm working on. In the meantime, though, I'm rereading Brennan Manning's "The Ragamuffin Gospel" and this line hit me hard in the breadbasket:
"When I get honest, I admit I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and get discouraged, I love and I hate, I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious. I am honest and I still play games. Aristotle said I am a rational animal; I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer."
Not only is it comforting to find out I'm not alone, but it's a relief to hear such words and realize that God doesn't intend for "good" people to keep Him company in heaven. If He did, He'd be pretty lonely.
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