Mushy, canned, chicken-soupy, jelly-spined, fortune cookie thoughts about God don't do anything for me. They don't call me to attention, they don't build steel into my spine, they don't humble me in my sin, they don't help me to love and glorify Christ. They're like looking at a sunset through a stained-glass window; they only obscure the real splendor for something far less. I read this one today in an email:
God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love
and so small He can curl up inside your heart.
Where do you find that in the Bible?
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