God Dies Accepting Our Absurdities As Though They Were His Reality
A young man had a large tattoo of the word Faith on his forearm. "Faith," I thought to myself. "The Milta (Miltha) is God's Manifestation, God's assumption of Himself as what He would be if He actually were manifested. "Faith," I thought again, "is in that Manifestation truly being the manifesting of God." For some reason I then thought of the shroud of Turin. In the wounds apparent from the crown of thorns are drips of blood on Christ's forehead. That must have hurt like hell. And Christ, the Milta--God Almighty manifest--went through that for you and I. We are that valuable to Him. To save us he went through beatings and insults and scourging, a crown of thorns, exhaustion, shock, and crucifixion. For me, and you.
And then the thought: "He is still doing it." The Milta is still "dying" to forgive us. For when we put forth our mistranslations and mistaken ideas of doctrine he puts up with it and says, "Sure, fine. Just come unto Me. We'll get that stuff straightened out later. You don't have to have it all perfectly figured out to be saved, just COME to Me." For the moment, he'll die to our error. For the moment, the Milta will not manifest God. "JUST HAVE FAITH AND COME UNTO ME, EVEN IF YOU ARE MISTAKEN." Forgiven, we'll go with Him. He'll become more complete. THE MILTA WANTS TO BE.