Yeah. We aren't so cozy with the idea of a God of justice, are we.
Tiger's got it coming in spades.
You mean God as Santa Claus, but a Santa who doesn’t leave switches in our shoes/coal in our stocking.
You mean God as Santa Claus, but a Santa who doesn’t leave switches in our shoes/coal in our stocking.
You mean God as Santa Claus, but a Santa who doesn’t leave switches in our shoes/coal in our stocking.
“Yeah. We aren’t so cozy with the idea of a God of justice, are we.
Tiger’s got it coming in spades.”
The truely scary thing about believing in a God of justice is that God’s view of an unredeamed Tiger is no different than his view of an unredeamed you or me.