Chapter 7 bake one

No matter how powerful God is, the primary aspect of God has never been the absolute Lord, the Almighty God, but placed himself on the human level and limited his actions. Jack.Ellul (Annotation: Jacqus Ellul (1912︱1994), French philosopher, sociologist, theologian.), "Anarchy and Christianity" (Anarchy and Christianity) Well, McKenzie, don't stand there with your mouth open and wet your pants.The tall black woman turned and walked across the platform, talking all the way.Come and talk to me while I prepare dinner.If you don't want to talk, you can also go to the back of the cabin and do whatever you want.She gestured to climb over the roof without looking back or slowing down.You'll see a fishing rod next to the boat house with which you can catch some trout in the lake.

She stopped by the door and gave Jesus a kiss.You just have to remember, she turned to McCann, that whatever she catches must be washed.Then he gave a short smile and walked into the hut with McCann's coat hanging on his arm, still holding the gun with two fingers, and stretched his arms to keep the gun away from his body. McCann stood where he was, with his mouth indeed open, his bewildered expression still on his face.He barely noticed Jesus walking towards him, with one hand around his shoulder.And Sha Ruiyu seems to have disappeared out of thin air. She is great!Jesus admired, grinning at McCann.

McCann turned to face him, shaking his head.Am I crazy?Am I supposed to believe that God is a tall black woman with an inexplicable sense of humor? Jesus laughed.She is indeed very funny!She'll always throw you a changeup or two, she loves surprises, and while you might not think so, her timing is always perfect. Really?McCann said, still shaking his head, not sure he really believed that.So what should I do now? You have nothing to do.You are free to do what you want.Jesus paused and continued, trying to give McCann some advice to help him.I'm working on a woodworking project in the studio; Sha Ruiyu is in the garden; you can also go fishing, boating, or go in and chat with Dad.

Well, I feel like I have an obligation to go in and talk to him, no, talk to her. Oh, now Jesus got serious.Don't do it because you feel obligated, that won't help at all here.You have to go to Dad because you want to. McCann thought for a while and decided that going into the cabin was actually what he wanted to do.He thanked Jesus, who smiled, turned and walked toward the studio.McCann stepped across the platform and up to the door.He was alone again, and after a quick look around, he opened the door cautiously.He stuck his head in, hesitated, then decided to give it a go.God?he cried, sounding rather shy and feeling stupid.

I'm in the kitchen, McKinsey.Just follow my voice to find me. He went in and scanned the room.How could this be the same place?He shuddered when he heard the dark thoughts lurking in his heart, but locked them away again.The corridor opposite the living room can't be seen from another angle.He glanced around the corner of the living room, looking for the bloodstain near the stove, but saw no stain on the wooden floor.He noticed that the interior was tastefully decorated, with what appeared to be child-drawn or hand-made art.He wondered if this woman valued every piece of work, as every parent who loves children does.Maybe she just valued what was given to her from the heart that way, and the children seemed to give it so easily.

McCann followed her softly humming down a short hallway into the open kitchen-dining room with a table for four and cane-backed chairs.The room was bigger than he had imagined.Dad was preparing something, with his back turned to him.Flour all flew as she swayed to unknown music.The song was clearly coming to an end, and she shook her shoulders and hips a few times at the end.She turned to face him and took off her earphones. Suddenly McCann wanted to ask a thousand questions and say a thousand things, some of which were horrific and unspeakable.Convinced that his face betrayed the emotions he was trying to control, he pushed everything back into the well-worn cabinet in his heart in an instant and locked the door to the outside.Even when she is aware of his inner conflict, she is unflappable, still open, animated, and very engaging.

He asked: Can I ask what song you are listening to? Do you really want to know? certainly.McCann became curious. West Coast Juice.A band called Invective, and an album that has not yet been released called "Journey of the Heart".Actually, she winked at McCann, these little friends hadn't even been born yet. Yes, McCann replied, not quite convinced.West coast juice, huh?Doesn't sound very religious. Oh, trust me, it's not religious.It's a bit like a meaningful Eurasian funk blues, with a strong rhythm.She sidled up to McCann as if doing a dance move and clapped her hands.McCann took a step back.

So God listens to funk?McCann had never heard the word funk in any decent religious parlance.I thought you would listen to George.Beverly (Annotation: George Beverly Shea (1909︱), American gospel singer and songwriter, his father was a pastor, but he didn't like church life, and he found his faith after being busy in the music industry for many years.) or the Mormon tabernacle The music of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir (Annotation: Mormon Tabernacle Choir, established in 1847, all voluntary members, and was invited to sing at the inauguration ceremony of the US President several times.), you know, is more like the music that would be played in a church.

Now listen up, McKenzie, you don't have to worry about me.I listen to everything, not just the music itself, but the mind behind it.Did you forget those classes you took in seminary?I've heard it all from these kids, they just have a lot of whining, a lot of anger, and I have to admit, they have good reasons.They're just my showy, opinionated kids, and you know what, I really like little boys.Yes, I'll keep an eye on them. McCann shrugged, trying to follow her, to make sense of what was happening.His previous seminary training was of no use.He suddenly had nothing to say, and a million questions in his mind seemed to abandon him.So he spoke frankly.

As you must know, he made a head start, and calling you dad was a bit of a struggle for me. Oh, is it?She looked at him with mocking surprise.Of course I know.I always knew.she giggled.But tell me, why do you find it so hard?Is it because it's too intimate for you, or because I present myself as a woman, a mother, or That's no small problem!McCann interrupted with an uncomfortable chuckle. Or, maybe it's because your own dad was a failure? McCann gasped involuntarily.He wasn't used to deep-seated secrets coming to the surface so quickly and openly.Guilt and anger surged over him immediately, and he wanted to strike back violently with bitter words.McCann felt as if he was hanging above the bottomless abyss, and was afraid that once he spoke, it would be out of control.He looks for safe footing, succeeds only a little, and finally replies through gritted teeth: Maybe it's because, I've never known anyone who could really make me call him Daddy.

As soon as she heard this, she put down the mixing bowl she was holding in her arms, left the wooden spoon in the bowl, and looked at McCann with tender eyes.She didn't have to say it, he knew she knew his ups and downs, and somehow he knew she cared about him more than anyone else.McCann, if you want, I'll be your best dad. The proposal at once attracted him and at the same time repelled him.He'd always wanted a daddy he could trust, but he wasn't sure he could find it here, especially if the daddy in front of him couldn't protect his miss at all.There was a long silence between them.McCann wasn't sure what to say, and she didn't rush, letting the time pass. How can I trust you to take care of me if you can't take care of Missy?Finally, he uttered the question that tormented him every day in the agony.McCann felt himself flushing with rage, staring at the odd figure he now believed to be God, and found his hands clenched into fists. McCann, I'm really sorry.Tears rolled down her cheeks.I know what a chasm this has put between us.I know you don't get it yet, but I really like Missy, and you too. He liked the way she said the name Miss, but hated it when it came from her.Missy's name rolled off her tongue like fine wine, and even though the rage was still raging in his heart, somehow he just knew she meant it.He wants to trust her, and slowly, some of his anger starts to subside. That's why you're here, McCann, she went on.I want to heal the widening wound in your heart, and between us. In order not to lose control, he moved his eyes to the floor.It took a full minute before he was able to lower his head and speak softly.I think I would, he admitted, but I don't see how Dear ones, there are no easy answers to take your pain away.Trust me, if I had one, I'd use it right now.I don't have a magic wand that I can wave at you and make things better.Life requires some time and a lot of human connection.McCann was glad they were cooling off from the vehemence of his dire indictment.It frightened him that he was so close to losing control.I think this conversation would be easier if you weren't wearing a dress.he suggested, and forced a thin smile. If it would be easier, then I wouldn't wear it.She said with a slight smirk.I don't want this to make it any worse for either of us.But it's a good place to start.I've often found that moving away from the main issue that's holding you back makes what's been sitting in your mind easier to deal with later when you're ready. She picked up the wooden spoon again, and some kind of mushy liquid dripped down.McKinsey, I am neither male nor female, although both genders are derived from my nature.If I choose to appear to you as a man or a woman, it is because I love you.To me, showing you as a woman and then suggesting you call me daddy is just a mix of different metaphors to help you not fall back so easily into your own religious framework. She leaned forward, as if to reveal a secret.Presenting myself as a very tall white grandpa with a long beard like Gandalf only reinforces your religious stereotypes, and this weekend is not about reinforcing your religious stereotypes. McCann almost laughed out loud, wanting to say: You think so?I can hardly believe I'm not completely insane here!Instead, he focused on what she had just said and regained his composure.He believed, at least his intellect believed, that God was a spirit, neither male nor female, but nevertheless he had to admit to himself with embarrassment that his images of God were both very white and very masculine. She stopped talking, but not long enough to put some spices back in the spice jar rack on the stand by the window, and then turned to Macken again.She looked at McCann intently.Hasn't it always been difficult for you to embrace me as a father?And after going through these things, you are not very able to face your father now, right? He knew she was right, and he understood the kindness and compassion in what she was doing now.But somehow, the way she approached him evaded his resistance to her love.It feels weird and painful, and maybe even a little bit wonderful. But then again, he paused, still trying to stay rational.Why is everyone so emphatic that you are the father?I mean, that seems to be how you appear most often. Well, Dad answered, turning his back on him, busying himself with the kitchen.There are many reasons, some very deep.Putting it this way, we know that after creation was destroyed by Adam's actions, true fatherhood was much less than motherhood.Don't get me wrong, both fatherhood and motherhood are needed, but the emphasis on fatherhood is necessary because it is so lacking. McCann turned around suspiciously, feeling dizzy just hearing this.As he pondered, he looked out the window at a seemingly untidy garden. You knew I was coming, right?McCann finally spoke softly. Of course I know.She was busy again, her back turned to him. So, am I free not to come?Don't I have a choice in this matter? Pop turned to face him, flour and dough in his hands.Good question, how deep do you want to know?She didn't wait for a reply, she knew McCann didn't have an answer, so instead she asked: Do you believe you are free to leave? I think I have.right? Of course you have!I'm not interested in prisoners.You are now free to walk out that door and go home, back to that empty house.Otherwise, you can hang out with Willy at the Grind Coffee Shop.Just because I know you're too curious to leave, does that diminish your freedom to leave? She paused only briefly, then turned and went on with her work, only turning her head to talk to him.Or, if you just want to go a little deeper, we can talk about the nature of this thing called freedom.Does freedom mean you can do whatever you want?Or we could also talk about those restrictive influences in your life that actively interfere with your freedom.Your family genetic inheritance, your exclusive DNA, your unique metabolic system, and the quanta that operate at a level smaller than an atom. In that level, only I am the eternal observer.Or the disease that invades your soul and binds you, and the social atmosphere around you, and maybe the habits that create the transmission of information and the pathways of thought in your brain.And then there's advertising, publicity, paragons.In the confluence of these multiple constraints, she sighs, what is true freedom? McCann just stood there, not knowing what to say. Only I can set you free, McKenzie, but freedom must never be coerced. I don't understand, McCann replied.I don't even understand what you just said. She turned and smiled.I know.I'm not trying to tell you things you can understand now, things you'll understand later.Now, you don't even understand that freedom is an incremental process.She gently stretched out her hands covered in flour and other things, held McCann's hand, looked him straight in the eyes, and continued: McKenzie, the truth will set you free, and freedom has a name, and he is in the studio now , covered in sawdust.Everything is about him.Freedom is a process that takes place in a relationship with Him.Then everything that is churning and churning inside of you will start to find a way out. How can you really understand how I feel?McCann asked looking back into her eyes. Pop didn't answer, just looked down at their hands.McCann followed her gaze, noticing for the first time the scar on her wrist, and now he guessed Jesus had the same scar on his hand.She let him touch the scar gently, the two deep nail marks, and he finally looked up into her eyes again.Tears trickled down her cheeks, two small tear streaks running through the flour all over her cheeks. Don't think that what my son chose to do didn't cost us dearly.Love is sure to leave a significant mark.she said softly and gently.We are there together. McCann was startled.on the cross?Wait, I thought you left him!You know, my God, my God, why forsake me?That was a verse that haunted McCann often in the midst of his grief. You have misunderstood the mystery of that passage.No matter how he felt in that moment, I never left him. What did you say?You abandoned him like you abandoned me! McKinsey, I never left him, and I never left you. It doesn't make sense to me.He immediately snapped back. I know it doesn't make sense, at least not yet.But would you please at least think about it: When you can only see your own pain, maybe you can't see me? McCann didn't answer, and she went back to cooking, giving him the space he needed.She seems to be preparing several dishes at the same time, adding various seasonings and ingredients.Humming a haunting little tune, she puts the finishing touches on the pie she just made and pops it in the oven. Don't forget, the story doesn't end with his sense of abandonment.He found his way out of this feeling and put himself completely in my hands.Oh, what a touching moment that was! McCann leaned on the bar, feeling a little puzzled.His emotions and thoughts were in a mess.Part of him wants to trust Dad completely, that would be great!But another part of him objected quite loudly: it couldn't be true! Dad reached for the timer, twisted it a few times, and placed it on the table in front of them.I'm not what you think, McKinsey.There was nothing angry or justifiable about her words. McCann looked at her, at the timer, and sighed: "I feel totally lost. Let's see if we can find you in this mess. As if on a signal, a blue bird landed on the kitchen windowsill and began strutting up and down.Pop reached for a tin can on the bar and pushed the window open to give Mr. Bird a bit of the mixed grains she must have kept for that purpose.Without hesitation, the bird went directly to her hand and ate it with a seemingly humble and grateful attitude. Think about our little friend, she said.Most birds were created to fly.Staying on the ground is, for them, a limitation within their ability to fly, not the other way around.She paused for a moment to let McCann consider her explanation.On the other hand, you were created to be loved.So for you, living as if you are not loved is also a limitation, not the other way around. McCann nodded, not in full agreement, but as a signal that he at least understood and was listening.That seems fairly simple. Living unloved is like clipping a bird's wings and taking away its ability to fly.That's not what I'm giving you. Here comes the problem.He didn't feel particularly loved at the moment. Mikan, pain has a way of clipping our wings so we can't fly.She waited a moment for him to listen.If the pain lingers for a long time, you may forget that you were created to fly. McCann was silent.Strangely enough, the silence was not so uncomfortable.McCann looked at the bird, and the bird looked at McCann.He wondered if it was possible for Bird to smile, at least Mr. Bluebird seemed to be smiling, maybe it was just a sympathetic smile.I'm not like you, McCann. That's not belittling, just a simple statement of fact.But for McCann, it felt like a beating. I am god.I am who I am.I am not like you, my wings cannot be cut off. Oh, that's great for you, but what use is it for me?McCann blurted out, sounding more irrational than he'd hoped. Dad started petting the bird, raised it close to his face, and said: You have all my love!At the same time, they cuddle up to each other with their noses and beaks. I was thinking that the bird might understand that better than me.McCann was the best he could answer. i know darling.That's why we're here.Why do you think I should say: I am not like you? Well, I really don't know.I mean, you are God and I am not.There was an unmistakable sarcasm in his voice, but she ignored it completely. True, but not quite.At least not in the way you think.McKenzie, some would say I am holy and whole, different from you.The problem is that a lot of people try to grasp some concept of who I am, take the best version of themselves, project it onto an infinite number of levels, add in all the virtues that they can understand, which are not many virtues, and call that God.It might be a noble attempt, but the truth is, it's nowhere near who I really am.I am not just the best version of what you can think of, I am far beyond that, above and beyond everything you can ask or think. Sorry, but those are just words to me and mean nothing.McCann shrugged. Even if you can't quite grasp me, guess what?I still want you guys to know me. You're talking about Jesus, aren't you?Is this something like let's get to know the Trinity? She chuckled.A little bit, but this isn't Sunday school.This is a flying lesson.McKinsey, as you might imagine, has some advantages to being a god.I am completely unlimited in nature and have no boundaries.I am known for being complete, living in a state of eternal contentment as the norm of my existence.she said, looking rather pleased.That's just a perk of who I am. That made McCann smile.This lady appreciates herself completely, depends on no one, and there is not an iota of arrogance in it that mars her perfection. We created you to share that state with you.But then Adam chose to go his own way, which we all knew he was going to do, and then everything went haywire.But instead of destroying the whole creation, we roll up our sleeves and get into this mess and that's what we've accomplished in Jesus. McCann continued to hold on, trying his best to keep up with her thoughts. When the three of us speak in the form of human beings, becoming sons of God, we become fully human.We also choose to embrace the constraints that come with it.Although we have always been omnipresent in the universe we created, we are now flesh and blood.Just like this bird, its nature is to fly, but now it chooses to walk and stay on the ground.He didn't stop being the bird, but the choice did drastically change its life experience. She paused, making sure McCann could still keep up.Although he clearly felt a throbbing pain in his head, he still said: Okay and then?Ask her to continue. Although Jesus was fully divine by nature, he was also fully human and lived in human form.He never lost his natural ability to fly, but he chose to stay on the ground at all times.That's why his name is Emmanuel God be with us, or more accurately, God with you. But what about all the miracles?And healing?What about raising the dead?Doesn’t that prove that Jesus is God and not just a man? No, it proves that Jesus was really human. What? McKinsey, I can fly, but humans can't.Jesus was fully human.Although he is also a full-fledged god, he never invokes his divinity to do anything.He just lived out his relationship with me, and really built a relationship with me with the attitude that I long for every human being to have.He was just the first man to be the ultimate. The first man to absolutely believe that my life was in him; the first man to believe in my love and goodness, regardless of appearances or consequences. And what about the fact that he healed the blind? As a finite and dependent human being, he was able to do it because he believed that my life and power was in and through him.As a human being, Jesus did not have the inner power to heal anyone. This was a big shock to McCann's religious perception. Only when he rests in his relationship with me, and our intimacy, our oneness, can he manifest my emotion and will in any given situation.So when you look at Jesus and he looks like he's flying, he really is.But what you see is me, my life in him.This is how he lives and behaves as a true human being and that is how every human being is designed to live is to live my life. A bird is not defined by what it looks like on the ground, but by its ability to fly.Remembering this, human beings are not defined by their limitations, but by my intentions for them; not by how humans appear to be, but by the meaning that everything in my mind was created for. McCann felt overwhelmed by the onslaught of messages, so he simply pulled up a chair and sat down.This takes some time to understand.So does that mean you were limited while Jesus was on earth?Am I saying you are limiting yourself to Jesus? No such thing!While I have only been limited in Jesus, I have never been limited in myself. That is a whole set of concepts of the Trinity, which is something I don't quite understand. Pop laughed for a long time, making McCann want to laugh too.She placed the bird on the table next to McCann, turned to the oven, and took a quick look at the pie that was baking.Seeing that everything was in good condition for the dinner, the father was very satisfied, so he also pulled a chair beside them.McCann watched in disbelief that the little bird was willing to sit with them.The absurdity of the situation made McCann giggle. First, you cannot grasp the wonders of My Nature.That's a good thing.Who wants to worship a God that they fully understand?Then there is no mystery. But there are three of you, and you are all the same god, what difference does it make?Am I right? Not too bad.She grinned.At McKinsey, that makes a huge difference.She seemed to enjoy the conversation.We are not three gods and we are not talking about one god with three attitudes like a man who is husband, father, laborer.I am one God and three persons, each a complete and sufficient individual. The one McCann has been holding back?Finally the glory came to the surface. Never mind that.she continued.The important thing is this: If I'm only a god, and a person, then you'll see that there's nothing wonderful in this creation, nothing even important.And I'm definitely not me anymore. Then we wouldn't have McCann not even knowing how to finish the question. love and relationship.All love and relationship is possible for you simply because it is already in me, in God Himself.Love is not a limit; love is flight.I am love. As if in response to her declaration, the timer rang, and the bird spread its wings and flew out of the window.Watching the bluebird in flight gave him a whole new level of joy.He turned to Dad and could only stare at her in amazement.She was beautiful and amazing, and even though he felt a little lost, even though the grief was still with him, he felt that he had somehow settled in the safety of being close to her. You do understand, she went on, unless I have someone to love or, to be more precise, someone to love.If I didn't have this kind of relationship within myself, then I wouldn't be able to love at all, would I?You will have a god who cannot love.Or worse, you have a God who can only love within the limits of his nature when he chooses to love.That kind of God might not have love in his actions, and that would be bad.And that god is certainly not me. As he spoke, Dad stood up, went to the oven door, took out the freshly baked pie, put it on the bar, and then turned around as if to introduce himself and said: This God, this me, is such a God, what he does cannot match Love to separate. Although it was difficult to understand, McCann knew that what he heard was admirable and unbelievable.It was as if her words surrounded him, embraced him, and spoke to him in a way that implied something.He didn't really believe that.It would be nice if that was true, but his experience told him otherwise. This weekend is all about love and relationships.Well, I know you have a lot to say, but you better go clean up now.The other two are coming in for dinner.After she finished speaking, she was about to walk away, but she stopped slightly and turned around. McCann, I know you're full of pain, anger, and a whole lot of confusion.Together, you and I, while you're here, we'll take time out to work on some of these issues.But I also want you to know that there is much more going on that you cannot imagine or understand even if I tell you.As far as you can trust me, be as comfortable as possible, no matter how small that trust is, okay? McCann was looking down at the floor.He thought: She knows.Small?His less must be close to zero.He nodded in agreement, and looked up to see the scar on her wrist again. Dad?McCann finally said in a tone that felt very awkward, but he was trying. What's the matter, dear? McCann struggled for the right words to tell her what was on her mind: It's a shame you and Jesus had to die. She went around the table and gave McCann a big hug.I know, thank you.But you know we have no regrets.Well worth it.Right, son? She turned to ask the question to Jesus, who had just entered the cabin.exactly!He paused for a moment, then looked at McCann.I would die if only for you, but not only for you.He said with a charming smile. McCann quit, found the bathroom, washed his hands and face, and tried to calm himself down.