And he will send his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of the heavens to the other.
Patience? Trumpets? Shut the fuck up?
Sounds a lot like parenting in my house.
I've raised my own strong, opinionated, independent, trumpet playing angel. Over the past 18 years, it has a required the patience of a saint peppered with more than a few exasperated cries to just shut the fuck up!
Do you think God feels that way about us?
We are down here with our opinions and our causes, for this candidate, against this issue or ideal. Does He want us to just shut the fuck up and listen to His voice of reason? Arguing the semantics of a long-finished war with my son, the resident history buff, is no more important or productive than arguing the merits (or lack thereof) of any politician. These things do not matter in the grand scheme of our spiritual life. They are merely noise that distracts us from learning to love each other better.
Shut the fuck up and listen to what God is saying.
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