"It doesn't matter how you conceive of divinity.
It only matters that you see it in everything,
including yourself."
Eric Micha'el Leventhal
A large stained glass window filled the wall behind the altar. As a small child embraced the image of God, it was understood that God was indeed a man who had long gray hair and a long gray beard. Kind of like a grandpa image, until one learned the ten commandments and realized the arena of judgment. And no one could approach God directly, as our prayers could only be transferred by ministers and priests ... male clergy alone could address the Father of All.
The parochial school made it clear that only Roman Catholics were going to make it to heaven, and there was a place named purgatory for all the little babies not receiving baptism prior to death. At this time, Catholics were not listed as Christians. Christianity thrived with the birth of the Christ child dismissing any previous sacred practices or principles.
Distortions run rampant and translations are culled to support falsehoods. My God and Creator is so much more than a grandpa in the sky. My faith suggests a high code of living, but does not threaten nor judge eclectic selection. I know of no one who does not speak directly to a Godly image with a humbled union for all.
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