Ursula King. The mystic is a religious anarchist and utopian, who speaks for an ancient tradition of protest against religious alienation. The mystic tries to undermine the law, and to create religious happiness by melting God down. Don Cupitt. In affection and gratitude, I dedicate this web page to the people of AFRICA, guardians of the homestead that initially gave birth to the human race. Long before the foot rested firmly on the soil, Long before we modelled the first footprints of a child Long before we roamed the savannahs of the wild, In Africa, my home, God was smiling!
Long before we stalked the animal to prey, Long before we forged the flintstone from the clay Long before we distinguished the night time from the day In Africa, my home, God was moving! Long before the music of the rattle and the drum, Long before the silence when the voice could only hum Long before the spoken word became our daily crumb, In Africa, my home, God was weaving! Long before we flicked two flint stones into flame, Long before we gathered round the fireside in our playing.
Long before the power that entitled us to name, In Africa, my home, God was carving. Long before we ritualized our living and our dying. Long before we solemnized our laughter and our sighing. In affection and gratitude, I dedicate this web page to the people of AFRICA, guardians of the homestead that initially gave birth to the human race. Long before the foot rested firmly on the soil, Long before we modelled the first footprints of a child Long before we roamed the savannahs of the wild, In Africa, my home, God was smiling!
Long before we stalked the animal to prey, Long before we forged the flintstone from the clay Long before we distinguished the night time from the day In Africa, my home, God was moving! Long before the music of the rattle and the drum, Long before the silence when the voice could only hum Long before the spoken word became our daily crumb, In Africa, my home, God was weaving! Long before we flicked two flint stones into flame, Long before we gathered round the fireside in our playing.
Long before the power that entitled us to name, In Africa, my home, God was carving. Long before we ritualized our living and our dying. Long before we solemnized our laughter and our sighing. Long before we danced in our worshipping of high, In Africa, our home, God was dancing. Long before the ancients forged the ancestral line, Long before our peoples used the night-sky as a sign, Long before our hunters and gardeners would design, In Africa, my home, God was sculpting.
Long before the planet was divided into parts, Long before religion bred fear into our hearts, Long before the disempowering forces came to caste, In Africa, my home, all knew freedom. Long before the conquerors ravaged our resource, Long before the missionaries brought their wisdom to impose, Long before the West even knew the planet's source, In Africa, our home, God had risen.
Long before the writing appeared upon a page, Long before the White God adopted holy rage, Long before the Cross would crucify a sage, In Africa, my home, God wrote poetry.
August, Occasionally one comes across a book that proves to be an inspiring read. I guess such gems should not be kept for oneself. So, I will happily share a few from time-to-time. An inspiring and refreshing read for adult faith seekers, challenging particularly the monopoly often attributed to monotheism. Other areas include our What is God Today?
What is God Today? Watch the Series. The rapid changes of our modern world, kindled by the meteoric rise of computer technology, has With both passion of the heart and brilliance of the mind, Ilia presents a vision that combines science and spirituality. And the communication of information continues to rise with greater speed, accuracy, and efficiency.
Central to this explosion is the computer with its technology now doubling every five years. Computational skills which might take the human brain several hours, can be achieved by modern computers in a matter of seconds.
In fact, computer technology measures its speed not in hours, minutes or even seconds, but in terms of the nanosecond -- which literally means one-billionth of a second. Celibacy is popularly understood as a rejection of anything to do with sex because we assume that God is asexual, and that sex is a gross distraction from an authentic spiritual life.
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