All the stuff you read or hear about, no matter what religion, is what people think about God. No real messages from God.
My picture of God is similar to Jackie Gleason's sketch, Joe the Bartender.
He sings old-time songs. My Dad sang old-time songs. My Gal Sal, A Capital Ship, Harrigan, The French Grenadier.
He wipes down the bar. Always nice to have a clean place to eat and drink.
He listens.
Every once in awhile, he'll push a free drink your way.
Amen.
