I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please, not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep. Not enough to change me - just enough to make me feel better. I’d like enough to God to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of God to make me love a black man or serve alongside a migrant worker.
I want ecstasy not transformation; I want the warmth of the womb not a new birth. I want about a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.
I’d just like $3 worth of God - please.
May we never settle for this...