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An Imperfect Life poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald |
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Bottom up Christology
“Bottom up” christology gets high as hot-air balloons ascending to the moon! Their rise is stalled; for gravity impugns. (Allow at least ten thousand feet for bias!) God, it implies, descends to something drab to bond in merely earthly stratosphere. The Infinite, on cue, told to appear to join the Godself, (a deflated grab), to humankind. But in the upper realms we know not star from dust, from asteroid or which of heaven’s boulders to avoid when we, not God, are tacking at the helm. Until God speaks, reveals the way we should attain the incommensurately Good.
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