I start to think a thought, but I halt. Afraid for my life, afraid I would make God angry and He would smite me with a thunder bolt, and if I managed to survive that, I would be burnt at a stake by the saints here on earth who preach unconditional love but have non for heretics. They'll burn me if they hear the small voice in my head frantically trying to convince the others that God made man for his vanity and not of His love.

He didn't make man and then say, let us build man whom I so cherish a home befitting of him. But instead He made a master piece He was so proud of, He created a far lesser version of Himself, to discover bit by bit the extent of His infinite wonderment and be awed. Man was created to be subject to God, gods yes, but a vigorously diluted version of Him.

While God was to be infinite and timeless, man's existence was to be fickle and fragile. While God was to be omnipresent, man was limited by time, he could only be in as many places as a lifetime would permit. Man would seek knowledge only to be enlightened about how little he could possibly know. Man sought equality with God but failed. The serpent perhaps didn't think for a second the forbidden fruit was a trap, an alarm system to warn God about the day man became discontent with his lowly estate.

Man wanted desperately to be God, or at least to reach Him, man built towers, made their own gods to spite God. Every time God would remind man He was omnipotent still. He raised floods and fires and ruled by terror. Man was no longer God's friend. It wasn't like the old days when man and God would sit together in the cool of eden, chatting away the twilight. Man was servant and not friend. But some men found wisdom, they seduced God.

While most men could only call God master, these ones called Him father, and He in turn called them sons. While most men trembled by the pronouncement of His name, demanding only of God that which they believe they had a right to, like a servant demands only of his master a wage due him. These sons of God demanded every thing of God. One would think these incessant demands might offend the Almighty's sensibilities but no, the almighty was flattered, if they demanded so much from God it meant they believed so much of Him.

While servants worshiped by their religious servitude, the sons worshiped by an undying faith, faith which flattered God's ego. Once God spoke of a man called David, He called him " a man after my own heart". David was truly a son, a troublesome one, but non the less a son. He once defeated a giant with nothing but a sling. It wasn't that he was such an excellent marksman, he was a more excellent salesman. He pitched his way to the battle field with an excellent resume of previous work experiences.

To be frank he wasn't all that qualified for the giant gig, but it was a win win, if he got the job done it was good for all, if he didn't, he'd serve a good example to all the spineless cowards too afraid to try. If a boy could give it a go, why the heck would a trained soldier stand back? When David came face to face with Goliath, he made it God's battle. He made sure if he won, It would be a win for God, he gave God the stage and one hell of an audience, God was lit.

It was all turnt up and shii, crowd going wild and all. I believe what we learn from these sons of God is that God is always master, its not a job, its His person. But father is something quite different. God is eager to be seduced. When we are submissive to his wisdom and power and acknowledge His awesomeness, He uses our lives to His glory. Just as a woman uses a beautiful attire.

Best wishes,

Great Peterson

See you all in glory...