Coffee: a poem

In the space between this, dead and still, I am aware of time and breath and the scent of the sweetened coffee in my hands which I will never drink.

Sinai and a Shack

God has no body. He is completely other, completely Holy. And scripture warns about robbing God of his holiness, of placing him in the form of anything made. He calls it "idolatry."

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