Could God really be as big as he claims when all I want to do is make him small? I want to contain everything so it fits within my little world of organized thought patterns. I want the world to offer mystery just so I can make sure I can figure it out before anyone else. I want to impress myself with my own wisdom so I can put my mind at ease. I want to find truth so that I can take that truth and squeeze the life out of it. Sin manages to present itself in so many ways.
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