Lightning strikes from ground and sky. Tornadoes turn houses into missiles. Hurricanes recast the boundaries of oceans. Silence empties a space for the Divine.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Personally, I wouldn't call those "acts of God" -- more like acts of acts of acts.
So be it.
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