The object of our nonbelief
Ernest Hall reflects on definitions of God
What sort of a God is it, I wonder, in whom so many people (including, it seems, some Friends) don’t believe? Could it possibly be the God of the newspaper cartoonists – an elderly bearded superman sitting on a throne ‘on a cloud’ and occasionally reaching down into his creation to reward his favourites and to punish the rest of us? Sometimes he has a younger version of himself sitting on his right side. On the shoulder of one of them will be perched a dove.
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