There are Degrees of Knowledge of the Divine

It's like this: there's reading a description of lightning in a book. There's watching video of lightning in the upper atmosphere. There's being outside in a terrific thunderstorm and witnessing lightning blast a tree to smithereens. And then there's being struck by lightning yourself.

One of my biggest problems is that I can't find anyone (with one or possibly two exceptions) who's done more than watch a storm through the picture window of their comfortably warm and dry living room. They've got no interest in being cold and wet and afraid, and they simply don't believe anyone could survive being hit by a bolt from the heavens. So much so that when I say "Hold my beer" and then run out into the rain waving a tall steel rod while yelling, "Watch this!" they refuse to even look.

If you ask, "Why in the world would you want to be struck by the Divine Lightning?" I can only answer, "Because it turns you into this."

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