Someone who professes to know God is nominally (but potentially also factually) on a level of spiritual attainment that is beyond the comprehension of the person who professes not to know God. As such, they are like people from different Universes, they have nothing in common, they cannot communicate, they cannot have meaningful exchanges each being as they currently are.
So one would need to change for the other, in order to have a meaningful exchange.
The one who professes to know God is in the position where they see no need to change for the other; and if the other wants to know about God, and hear about God from the one who professes to know God, then he himself needs to change, which, in this case means to unquestioningly submit to the other.
The Misery thing . You have not been doing Me thing have you ? Shit why why why , something about this guy. Every morning look in the mirror and say I love you ! I am Great ! I will do great things today , When I greet a person I will greet them with love in my heart . OK now when you greet someone say to your self about them " I Love you . Do it , and stop f--cking off . Your misery will be gone for good and people will love you . Your community will change just by you changing . You f--ckers out there that think this is bull shit F---ck you in your ass. You don't know ! Only by doing it will you know . Come back after doing it then make your comments
I do feel awe. Like a few years ago, we had a hailstorm and the hail broke the window while I was about a meter away. It was thick, strong, double glass.
One of Me customers last year had 2 windows blow out for no reason . It happened at different times . One window one week and the other the following week . I I built the house original and the house was about 10 years old . I checked the Clarence to the frame and all fine and dandy . The glass company says it just happens some times . Some hocas pocus about the surface tension on the glass. I think it was the tension from there divorce my self
Nothing really. Kind of numb and blank.
Misery, and not wanting to be miserable.
I can feel your frustration!
It happens.