Sometimes it is the wildness of God, the untamable energies of the divine within creation, that the creatures alert us to. (Christ of the Celts, J. Philip Newell, p. 34)
I need a wild god! I long to slough off the formal, the trite, the straitjacket tight constraints. I want a dancing god, a rapscallion, a co-conspirator, a giggling god. I need a life-loving audacious god. Joy to the world!
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