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Dear God,
Why is it that Your supposed followers are sometimes the least like You? When did our own comfort become supreme? I believe I caught a glimpse of Your heart today... and oh does it ever ache.
Show us how to love, for we know nothing of it.
Responses
g_wyn – there's a song by a group (the lads) here called cross w/ a pillow.
whole premise: i'll do anything for God, i just want my cross to be comfortable.
i wrote and asked them to send me the lyrics after i read this, but they haven't yet. (and i've never actually heard the song).
D.F.O.T.S.O.D – I want a cross with a cushion on it so that it won't chaff my back; also something to lean my head on when I get to calvary
Elizabeth – :/
*sigh*
American pop-Christianity.
*sigh*
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Well put.