Restoring Pangea: Theological Butt Dust?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Theological Butt Dust?

My sister posted this about my 4 year-old niece and her theological question in church recently,

"This particular Sunday sermon...'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust ...' He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four-year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?"

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Mark9:49 PM, May 26, 2010
Nathan, another awesome post. I must request that you change the rss settings so that we can read your whole post in our blog readers. Currently, it only shows me the first 200 or so characters. :(

Keep it real man. Looking forward to mid-June.
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Nathan Smith10:07 PM, May 26, 2010
wow - thanks Mark... how do I do that? I honestly don't even know about blog readers - please inform!
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...And there was no longer any sea... What is Restoring Pangea?

The World as one still needs to be one in every way - physically ideologically, socially, economically, etc. Pangea Restored is a fully-orbed vision of what the world could be if the borders and barriers that most separate us were removed, literally, and the New World was reborn with Peace reigning. Let His Kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven..

Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away,

...and there was no longer any sea...

‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death' or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away"...He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Revelation 21

Cause vs. Effect

If I couldn't see I'd be more affective If I was careful I wouldn't be here If I was courageous I would still fear If I had a million dollars I'd have a big house in the Bahamas. If I had a dollar I'd have a small house, somewhere in the Saharas. If I didn't own anything, I'd be able to receive everything If I had everything I'd be missing something If this was a song, I'd write it If it was a poem, it doesn't rhyme If i could live any life it would be my own If I could only tell you one thing, it would be, "Come Home"