The words on the page sliced through me like a knife cutting through butter. How did I ever think of God as watered down? How did I ever imagine Him at the back of some solar system, far from human condition, watching with aloof-ness?
Read MoreThe words on the page sliced through me like a knife cutting through butter. How did I ever think of God as watered down? How did I ever imagine Him at the back of some solar system, far from human condition, watching with aloof-ness?
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