Sometimes, instructing children in the old days, he had been asked by some black lozenge-eyed Indian child, ‘What is God like?’ and he would answer facilely with references to the father and the mother, or perhaps more ambitiously he would include brother and sister and try to give some idea of all loves and relationships combined in an immense and yet personal passion… But at the centre of his faith there always stood the convincing mystery–that we were made in God’s image. God was the parent, but he was also the policeman, the criminal, the priest, the maniac, and the judge. Something resembling God dangled from the gibbet or went into odd attitudes before the bullets in a prison yard or contorted itself like a camel in the attitude of sex. He would sit in the confessional and hear the complicated dirty ingenuities which God’s image had thought out, and God’s image shook now, up and down on the mule’s back, with the yellow teeth sticking out over the lower lip, and God’s image did its despairing act of rebellion with Maria in the hut among the rats. He said, ‘Do you feel better now? Not so cold, eh? Or so hot?’ and pressed his hand with a kind of driven tenderness upon the shoulders of God’s image.
Graham Greene, “The Power and the Glory”
Special thanks and love. I don’t build these things alone. So I would like to give special recognition to those whom without who’s hearts and hand this would not have been accomplished. So, Thank You;
Kim, Melissa and Ameilia Rathbun, Carson Legree, Senseny Stokes and Clark College, Forest Lewis, Marian Kidd, Jakob Swan, Melissa Rathbun, Scott VanBergen, Pamela Rathbun, Mathew Rathbun, Robin Wilburn, Spencer Byrne-Seres, Monroe Isenberg, Forrest Penny-Brown