What does $3 buy you?
A fellow blogger posted another version - AFAIK this is the original, by Wilbur Reese.
I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of him to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want the warmth of the womb not a new birth.
I want about a pound of the eternal in a paper sack.
I’d like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
It’s this mentality I’ve been talking about in recent posts.
Oh Lord… Turn away my eyes from looking at worthless things, And revive me in Your way.
April 27th, 2008 at 6:59 am
Yes, we’re nothing more than garbage compared to him…
April 28th, 2008 at 12:06 pm
Sorry you feel that way. It doesn’t change how much He loves you, or that He died so that you and He could enjoy fellowship again.
Personally, I’m already enjoying God “disturbing” my sleep. Hoping He’ll explode my soul at any given moment.
Revival is awesome.
April 29th, 2008 at 6:33 am
“Sorry you feel that way. It doesn’t change how much He loves you, or that He died so that you and He could enjoy fellowship again.”
Ichabod smiles, looks down at his malformed, ugly body. He loves me, huh?
April 29th, 2008 at 6:40 am
Who thinks you’re ugly?
::eyebrow::
April 29th, 2008 at 7:04 am
I’m far gone in love with Jesus, sweetie…
and He loves you just the way you are.
So what makes you think you’re ugly?
April 29th, 2008 at 8:56 am
The farmer in the dell,
the farmer in the dell,
Hi-ho the derry-o,
Dave’s as ugly as Hell!
November 15th, 2008 at 5:47 pm
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