The question on the table In These Rooms today was “…How Big is Your God?” Wowser.
“…I recall hearing a speaker at a church conference, full of ministers where this cat had just spent more than hour trashing the faith of everybody in the room by asserting their whole damn faith was in vain and a f..king fraud because Jesus, the Risen Christ at the center of their faith, never rose from the dead and that the whole Christian Faith was the perpetuation of a fraud, and after this hour of faith smashing, this speaker had the nerve to ask were there any questions? This old but obviously intelligent preacher rose to raise his question while eating an apple “…Sir, was the apple I just ate bitter or sweet?” The speaker, who had just finished the faith trashing, responded, after pausing for several minutes to ponder his answer, “…I can’t possibly answer that question. I didn’t taste it…” Upon hearing that, this distinguished old minister said “…that’s what I want you to know about my Jesus. You have to Taste and See…”
The Hunter
I was slow to understand How Big my God Is or to Taste and See when I entered the Yale Divinity School. I was sharing with my ethics professor, Dr. Charles Brown, how my calling to ministry would allow me to make amends for the shit from my past. I can still hear his response “…Negro, that’s what Jesus did on the Cross…” Right.
“…I had to Taste and See How Big He Is when I was facing a Grand Theft Auto rap out of West Palm Beach FL. He got this cat who was a brother from another mother to spring me from the county on my own damn recognizance until trial. Shit. Thanks Bro. Then, though they seemingly had my ass dead to rights, caught in the damn rental car months after it’s due date for return, my God used a sorry ass Public Defender at trial to have my black ass walk away from that shit on a technicality free as a damn bird…”
Fr. Esteban
“…You don’t what you have in Jesus until Jesus is all you have…”
Mother Teresa
“…Yesterday, I walked away from the damn Acura Dealership with a brand spanking new 2020 MDX. I have no credit to fucking speak of and yet, with the help of my partner in crime Lucy, I was able to purchase this vehicle in an 80% cash transaction. Ain’t that some shit? Buying a car and nearly paying cash for it may not be a Big fucking Deal to most folk. But, when you have no damn credit but and a rap sheet on Grand Theft Auto Charges across 5 States, completing a purchase like this shit, hell yea that’s a Big fucking Deal. You damn right; I know how big my Higher Power is…”
Fr. Esteban
I’ve had opportunities again and again on this 61-year journey to learn How Big my God Is. I’ve learned the hard way He Is often more than I can smell, feel, or touch. I just had to Taste and See.
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