Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
“Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.”
Odin is my kinsman. I discovered I have a “family” on the other side. Not a desert god of adoption, but northern gods of my blood. They challenged my concepts of strength and manhood and purpose in the world, and encouraged me to challenge them.
Jesus is on a space station sending “I love you” texts to all and sundry, but if He ever gets involved in a person’s individual problems, it is literally a miracle.
By that standard, every time I call on the Northern Gods is a miracle.
I have nothing against Jesus, but I’ll not deliberately make his followers my neighbors, that’s for certain.