This idea of God being wild, both offends me and delights me. The offense hits me first, The idea of a wild God or a wild anything conjures images of out of control, rabid and rebellious.

I love control. I want to control how  my husband shows me love, and who my children are friends with and the pastors sermon on Sunday morning, the store clerks method of ringing in my groceries

“Scientists think there is more life in one teaspoon of soil than there are people living on earth.” The earths soil is full of life.

The moment the universe came into existence, there was God, doing things.

Christ's work is to complete you and I.

The weapons of the Christian are not swords, guns, clubs, bombs, rocks and not made of metal. If we belong to Christ in some ways, we are called to be David in battle, throwing off the chain mail and the heavy armor

I find grace an overused word in Christian circles and American churches.

Is there a place for debate in Christendom?