The brilliance of the universe has already unfolded. Our lives are wrinkles in that universal crease. And everything we have witnessed is merely one fold in that unfolding. If God's map is infinite, we should be peering beyond heaven. We should at least be in the second fold of that unfolding. But most of us, view God as if the map was still closed. We cannot see past heaven, it we are unwilling to let go of hell.
Copyright © TS Lewis | Year Posted 2019
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