The real Christian is an odd number anyway.
He feels supreme love for One whom he never seen,
talks familiarly everyday to Someone he cannot see,
expects to go to heaven on the virtue of Another,
empties himself in order to be full,
admits he is wrong so he can be declared right,
goes down in order to get up,
is strongest when he is weakest,
richest when he is poorest,
and happiest when he feels worst.
He dies so he can live,
forsakes in order to have,
give away so he can keep,
sees the invisible, hears the inaudible,
and know that which passeth knowledge
He feels supreme love for One whom he never seen,
talks familiarly everyday to Someone he cannot see,
expects to go to heaven on the virtue of Another,
empties himself in order to be full,
admits he is wrong so he can be declared right,
goes down in order to get up,
is strongest when he is weakest,
richest when he is poorest,
and happiest when he feels worst.
He dies so he can live,
forsakes in order to have,
give away so he can keep,
sees the invisible, hears the inaudible,
and know that which passeth knowledge
A. W. Tozer, The Root of the Righteous
O, odd people, hear that.
Let there be light.
Let there be light.
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