The Hillbilly Blog
...And I pray that y'all with deep, unshakable roots in love, would have p'ar together with all them there saints to really git a handle on how The Messiah's love stretches from way back there to way out yonder, far as the eye can see. (Ephesians 3:17-18, The Hillbilly Bible)
God's love sounds kindly like a fish story don't it. God's love ain't no fish story, y'all. He really does love us like that. God's love is real big. It's bigger than some folk, alot of folks, can grasp. Religion is too little fer God's love. It's busts right outta that box.
I'm very careful 'bout the preachers I listen to, y'all. They's some bad ones out there. They got to have a good handle on God's grace, His love, fer me to listen to 'em. My ole Pastor used to say, "You ain't never outside of God's intensive care". That's true, y'all! And don't you know that old man could tell me to do anything and I would do it because I knowed he loved me and I knowed God loved me.
I got me a brand new little girl, y'all. I would walk thew fire fer her...nekked...with lighter fluid poured on my hind end. I would crawl over glass into a vat a rubbin' alcohol. I would pour honey all over my head and wear a bee hive like a helmet. I'd poke a sleepin' bear with a brandin' arn...y'all git the pitcher.
That's how much God loves you...times about infinity.