Horror immobolizes us because it is made of contradictory feelings: fear and seduction, repulsion and attraction. Horror is a fascination...Horror is immobility, the great yawn of empty space, the womb and the hole in the earth, the universal Mother and the great garbage heap...With horror we cannot have recourse to flight or combat, there remains only Adoration or Exorcism.
We read about the name Jesus was given at his birth; Immanuel, meaning __od with us_. This God wasn__ content with dwelling in fiction, this God wasn__ content living with the seraphim and this God wasn__ content with bulls and goats anymore. This God wanted to dwell with you, with all of your mess, with all of your failures with all the dirtiness that is you; he wanted to sit with you. Here__ the amazing thing, God doesn__ care if you__e a catholic, a Lutheran, Post modern or Emergent; he wants to sit with you.
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We read about the name Jesus was given at his birth; Immanuel, meaning __od with us_. This God wasn__ content with dwelling in fiction, this God wasn__ content living with the seraphim and this God wasn__ content with bulls and goats anymore. This God wanted to dwell with you, with all of your mess, with all of your failures with all the dirtiness that is you; he wanted to sit with you. Here__ the amazing thing, God doesn__ care if you__e a catholic, a Lutheran, Post modern or Emergent; he wants to sit with you.
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