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Hope Your Wildest Hopes, Dream Your Maddest Dreams, Imagine Your Most Fantastic Fantasies. Where Your Hopes And Your Dreams And Your Imagination Leave Off, The Love Of My Heavenly Father Only Begins.

May All Your Expectations Be Frustrated, May All Your Plans Be Thwarted, May All Your Desires Be Withered Into Nothingness, That You May Experience The Powerlessness And Poverty Of A Child And Sing And Dance In The Love Of God Who Is The Father, Son And Spirit.

The Loss Of Transcendence Has Left In Its Wake The Flotsam Of Distrustful, Cynical Christians, Angry At A Capricious God, And The Jetsam Of Smug Bibilolatrists Who Claim To Know Precisely What God Is Thinking And Exactly What He Plans To Do.

The Kingdom Is Not An Exclusive, Well-trimmed Suburb With Snobbish Rules About Who Can Live There. No, It Is For A Larger, Homelier, Less Self-conscious Caste Of People Who Understand They Are Sinners Because They Have Experienced The Yaw And Pitch Of Moral Struggle.

Too Many Christians Are Living In A House Of Fear And Not In The House Of Love.