“Isn’t it the greatest possible disaster, when you are wrestling with God, not to be beaten?”
That’s worth a thought.
If you “win” in your struggle with God, what does that mean?
Your way is better?
He’s really a weaker God than the dust-man who just made Him tap out?
I’m all for Greco-Romaning with God. In fact, that description fits real life for me. But I can’t help running with Ms. Simone’s thought: When the bell rings, the best possible outcome for me after ten rounds would be to come away with a bit of a whooping.
That’s not abuse; that’s just the reality of one man asking to feel the weight of the Heaviest Being around. And you don’t get out of such meetings without some marks.