Somehow unlearning the graceless, hard-man, stern and perfection-seeking judge image is first-up and step one. Go somewhere with this and next comes; suspicion it's an admirable re-brand but God isn't so good and kindly. All a cover-up.

So the tail and around we twirl.

No, the one who dwells and seeks to connect is immense in all love, best means, and aching to bring mercy. Takes the blame for creating at all but doing -- and done -- what can and rectify. Bust through the lies and reveal companionship. Do what incarnate did and does. Arrive and become our needs' answer. Bring and be God-self. Presence. Palpable and yet... we can always dismiss.

Jesus reveals God is always at work. Busy is the wrong term. Too slow sounding. More like electric or fusions quantum -- and some. On every billion one of us and attentive. Unless and less so, in deciding to resist or do such harm to others -- and then... must step-back. Until and if? Grieve and long. Suffer-with those battered and downtrodden.

With any kind of openness, he (nb. not to get the wrong impression and gender) -- will reach and reach again. Get in our slipstream. Comes, to come, close. And in this -- loving like we've no idea can be this much an intention and desire. But space. Has to. This love.

So in faith, we can respond. Yet we hold stuff and block. Less best which 'iniquity' describes. Letting go takes an exchange. The words above, the means and make good of God. The provision, the purpose.

Once he has our interest and hope. She... (nb. no need to refer to using/but) -- He... is able but we... gotta be, got to be -- willing.

Here's the Gospel Message:

Take Book, read and talk about, out and open with the dwelling one.

The first seeds of faith. Get urgent and needful is permission and room given.

Book a conduit and signpost but needs re-appraisal and renewed assumptions. God enters-in and to die for, the depths. To display self in the revelation of one in three in one -- comes Christ. Saying, "I'm like this..." and for you. Here for... and, now.

'Our God is too small' someone once titled their book. In scope and reach, crazy loving and available. Will astound.

Of course, others proclaim they know better. And judge us without any capacity. "God raging and vengeful," they say. Made for destruction. Like the smiting in the 'Old'.

No, this was God becoming as they expected in those times. Compromising along with. To somehow bring out from. Their way of expressing somewhat, this -- could be? -- too. And get us out from corruption and prepare for the coming son. The need and we cannot -- without, indwelling enabling. Another person alongside and if asked -- come within.

Now we struggle to see and display, most-often giving all the lack of grace and mercy, upon each other -- unless close and bow to.

We befuddle and misread/see. Jump to 'that' equation; Followers =

So run away in think-justified higher morality. "Not like them..." Or we're all like them... or, don't want to be 'surprised by God'. "F. God and all this reality". Or, like my style and let nout impinge. Or... said what-say and don't care to be wrong. Or,,,

Any-cool thing but see/if. Need 'if'. For whatever reason.

The enemies have purposes nothing more than obscure from and deflect. Another day and resist, think, to survive. Soak in what feels right and that'll do "think ya v.much".

God is chasing the ones who know some lost-ness. Suss something missing in the Humanist appeal. Anyone dare to call out and see if there's...

Jesus.

More and better.