For to which of the angels did God ever say, “You are my Son; today I have become your Father”?  Or again, “I will be his Father, and he will be my Son”?  And again, when God brings his firstborn into the world, he says, “Let all God’s angels worship him.” ~ Hebrews 1:5-6 (NIV)

Our ideas did not work. But the God idea did. ~ Alcoholics Anonymous, Page 52

God’s not an artichoke heart,
worth getting to but buried, hidden, 
isolated. God is the lifeblood, 
boundless, pervasive.
God’s not in the universe; 
the universe is in God. If God’s 
your co-pilot, you’re in the wrong seat.
Don’t go to God with a list of things 
to fix, his marching orders. 
Report for duty ready to hear him give 
your orders for today.
You can’t keep the hair on your head 
from falling out; he can hold worlds and 
stay their course. If you don’t like the 
god you met in church or synagogue or at 
the mosque, toss him out. God’s out 
there, everywhere, anywhere, not in the 
air but the air itself. Toss out your 
inadequate god and meet the real thing
but most of all understand that you’re 
not god.

WOW. God, what an honor to be
a grain of sand on your beach.