The original meaning, I and some others believe, is being with God and fellowshipping.
Ditalover wrote:Yes, we are to serve Him, yet, what was there to do in the time when it all began?
I think I've walked long enough in the faith to realize it is fruitless to question God's motives. To critics, that may sound like God is a tyrant beyond reproach but... well, that's half true (the beyond reproach part). It is simply that God is so beyond our ability to grasp that trying to think about it would probably make your head explode.Ultra Magnus wrote:Sorry, I don't want to turn this into a theological debate thread.
But I think God was not lonely. As a Trinitarian God, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit enjoyed fellowship with one another in unity since eternity.
Nothing in creation was required to bring Him fulfillment, He was and is already fulfilled. Our existence is contingent.
I do think He greatly desires to have fellowship with us, but that does not automatically mean that He needed fellowship with us.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
Myoti wrote:Elementary, my dear Watsoph. XD
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
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