I had lived without fear of divine punishment; I’d judged Jesus by His few followers, not His many.
God—subject to bouts of wrath & labors of love. A Being Whose personality was split in twain, & which one I met, depended on me.
I could never equate the angry, vengeful God of the Old Testament to the Jesus Christ of the New Testament.
I thought one had to find God within themselves, but twas outside myself I found who I thought to be Him.
I learned that God was the most misquoted entity Who ever existed, but then, He had been around since before time began.
He’d redeemed me from the abstracts of religion, but in doing so, he had elevated himself—a concrete being—as the center of my universe.
My mother & sister had found solace in Catholicism; I had found mine in the humanism of my stepfather, whose doctrine was, “Do no harm”.
As some saw God in different ways, the Nolan women would come to see David in so many ways, none could answer, “Just who was this man, David?”
I had once accepted the Bible as the infallible Word of God–a divine history book–until in the name of David Dalton I was baptized.
The House of David was a glorious temple for a god among men–reminiscent of one of the many mansions the God in Heaven promised His people
Before the fall of the House of David, I knew little of God. Perhaps that was why I had made David into His image.