Verily I say unto you that the world and all things in it are alive. The animals and the plants have life as you and I have life. The wind and the seas have life as the animals and the plants, and each nation on earth has life as the wind and the seas.
You speak of impossibilities. If the seas are alive then where doth the life of one sea end and the life of the next begin? Is each rock and pebble on a mountain it's own being, or is the mountain itself a living being? Is the wind one being, or many? How does one make sense of this confusion?
Does the living God make dead things? Is not every being made of smaller beings, as every mountain is made of small boulders and earth? Are not the heavens made of stars, planets and moons? Surely the spirits would not animate the world as a hammer does a nail, but as a river giving life to an ocean. You sit atop the throne of your divinity, yet is not your heart a life separate from your own? Do you deny the sovereignty of thine own heart whom beats without instruction? And yet does not your heart also consist of secret lifeforms, animated by different spirits? Can not many spirits occupy one body, bounded by the magic of God's love? Who among us would dare draw lines through the majesty of God's creation?
Where a spirit of wind begins or ends I cannot say, except it were to speak to me directly, yet verily I say unto you that even if you were to see the majesty of God's creation as clear as a summer's sky, you would comprehend it not. Yet the magic of God's love is a pool of which you may drink and swim freely, if only you are willing to repent and cry humbly unto the Lord.
You speak of impossibilities. If the seas are alive then where doth the life of one sea end and the life of the next begin? Is each rock and pebble on a mountain it's own being, or is the mountain itself a living being? Is the wind one being, or many? How does one make sense of this confusion?
Does the living God make dead things? Is not every being made of smaller beings, as every mountain is made of small boulders and earth? Are not the heavens made of stars, planets and moons? Surely the spirits would not animate the world as a hammer does a nail, but as a river giving life to an ocean. You sit atop the throne of your divinity, yet is not your heart a life separate from your own? Do you deny the sovereignty of thine own heart whom beats without instruction? And yet does not your heart also consist of secret lifeforms, animated by different spirits? Can not many spirits occupy one body, bounded by the magic of God's love? Who among us would dare draw lines through the majesty of God's creation?
Where a spirit of wind begins or ends I cannot say, except it were to speak to me directly, yet verily I say unto you that even if you were to see the majesty of God's creation as clear as a summer's sky, you would comprehend it not. Yet the magic of God's love is a pool of which you may drink and swim freely, if only you are willing to repent and cry humbly unto the Lord.
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