God lives in the pulse of our world
Once, God was dead.
This is a statement not about God, but about me. God did not touch my life, and as philosopher Nietzsche wrote, the sacred no longer influenced the way modern people thought about the world. We killed God, cried Nietzsche’s madman; we exiled the divine from our world. And so I did; for all my teenage years I was convinced that God was a prop for the feeble. Dead to me.
