What Is God Really Like?
What Is God Really Like?
He laughs a lot, He cries a lot, He likes to look at me the way I look at my wife.
He's not stupid.
He's quite creative.
He likes puns and irony.
He is street-wise.
He's not afraid to get His hands dirty.
When I'm not feeling well, He's not feeling well.
He loves prepositions: for, with, to, by, alongside, from, in, over, under, through, and up.
He really likes me.
Sometimes He chases after me, sometimes He waits for me to chase after Him.
He is a painter, sculptor, inventor, writer, and good conversationalist.
He likes to teach.
He loves colors.
He is never boring, although some people think He is when they don't listen to Him.
He has x-ray vision.
He doesn't like clocks, at least not the kinds of clocks we like. His clock doesn't have minutes and hours, it has centuries and millennia.
He's not petty.
He throws a good party.
He carries a big eraser.
He has warm hands.
He runs an adoption agency and tries to adopt all the orphans himself.
Every so often He winks at me.
He doesn't need me, but He wants me.
He speaks every language.
He doesn't blink.
He likes to farm.
He performs surgery.
He's a vicious and protective fighter.
He never gets up on the wrong side of the bed.
He owns a construction company.
He likes multiplication more than addition.
He quietly peeks through bedroom doors at night to make sure His children are safe.
He rights wrongs.
He sticks like glue.
He likes reversals.
He's not afraid of anybody or anything.
He tells riddles.
He likes numbers—He counts hairs and fallen birds.
He's indescribably beautiful, yet He is not much to look at.
He can never lose anything, but He is always looking for lost things.
He's the teacher as well as the lesson.
He loves a good mystery.
He is a verb, not a noun.
He doesn’t play Hide and Seek, he plays Seek and Find.
His appointment book is never full.
One of His acquaintances is grief.
He owns the largest art gallery in the world, and every piece in it is an original.
He smells good.
He saves everything He can.
He never accidentally breaks things, but sometimes He has to break things on purpose.
He is the beginning and at the same time He is the end.
He is viral. He wants to infect everything with His character.
He moved into our neighborhood, had to leave a replacement for awhile, and is coming back again.
He is forgetful about the right things.
He’s taking names … to put in His book of life.
He died, but not really.
He is in me. But I am in Him.
He shouted truth, but never raised His voice.