You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
I'd like to learn to meditate with more enthusiasm. I can sit down and get quiet for 20 minutes, but it just has not been a part of my Christianity at all.
My mother might find a thin gold chain at the back of a drawer, wadded into an impossibly tight knot, and give it to me to untangle. It would have a shiny, sweaty smell, and excite me: Gold chains linked you to the great fairy tales and myths, to Arabia, and India; to the great weight of the world, but lighter than a feather.
Everyone is flailing through this life without an owner's manual, with whatever modicum of grace and good humor we can manage.
Jesus M. Trejo