Sometimes I think, wouldn't it be nice to be one of God's insentient creations? The sky, the sun, the moon, the stones themselves worship and glorify God unthinkingly, they do it naturally with every atom of their being. We on the other hand must struggle and worship as best we can, imperfectly, humanly. Maybe though the greater joy is in making the choice to worship God. I don't know. If I could talk to stones I would ask them if they felt particularly close to God or not--we could compare experiences. I wonder what they would say.
Silly thought:
Laser-sensitive faucets in public restrooms really make Wudu' unnecessarily difficult.
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