So, this is what it is to blog. Why blog? Couldn’t tell you really, except maybe that it’s a voice, and we all want a voice don’t we? And I want to talk about God stuff. I’d dearly love that this could be a forum for many questions and few answers. I hate answers. In [...]
So, this is what it is to blog.
Why blog? Couldn’t tell you really, except maybe that it’s a voice, and we all want a voice don’t we?
And I want to talk about God stuff. I’d dearly love that this could be a forum for many questions and few answers. I hate answers.
In the mean-time I will render a few thoughts, at least weekly, as will my wife, and it will likely feel like talking into a mirror until someday somebody responds or contributes. So if you happen to be a real person and if happen to have a spare minute, take the time to pose an awkward question (which I promise not to answer), or to make an outlandish proposition, or to diss the blog.
In the words of a great Australian, “I love youse all” (If you happen to live in Finland, you can Google that one).
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Someone has brought up again the idea that Jesus didn’t know he was the Son of God until late on in his ministry. I have always been of the opinion that he always knew, perhaps not in full but as he was brought up in the Jewish faith, he certainly had an inkling. When he was 12, he knew what questions to ask and that he had a very personal relationship with the Heavenly Father. What are your thoughts about this?