We are all God's animated cartoons.
I take the assumption that every religion has been rooted in some mystical or transcendent experience. From that assumption, I just look at all the different systems as metaphors or doorways to God.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
God is the electricity and we are the lamps.
We are all swimmers in God's mighty sea.
We Christians identify Christ with the sun, and the moon with the Church, the community of the faithful. No one, save Jesus Christ, possesses his or her own light.
The moon looks wonderful in this warm evening light, just as a candle flame looks beautiful in the light of morning. Light within light...It seems to me to be a metaphor for the human soul, the singular light within that great general light of existence.
Literature, not scripture, sustains the mind and - since there is no other metaphor - also the soul.
God is the water, and you are the faucet.
What an electric heater perched upon the rim of the bathtub of the world that dead Jesus was.
God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.
I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the predator to miss the pounce. One god draws in the breath of life and rises; another god expires.
God's colors all are fast.
All things in the natural world symbolize God, yet none of them speak of Him but in broken and imperfect words.
The Buddhists have a story about blind men trying to describe an elephant by feeling it's various parts, and each describes the elephant according to the part he touched. That is the way we can hope to know God.
I don't think God is a gender. He presents himself as a father but he comes to us with the tenderness of a mother. In some of the parables, he is the housewife who cleans the house looking for the lost coin.
