Some things are important, others aren't. Of those things important, love and family rank high. Other things, constructs of man, don't. Race isn't important. Where racism exists, it's important---in a negative way. Religion is important where God is Love or Loving. Where god is a hate filled god, god is a tool for gaining wealth and controlling people, it's important---in a negative way. Harmless sexual fantasies aren't important. They are where intolerance exists, where individuality is a crime, and conformity, not love, is law.
Love is the key.
God loves all people: white, black, and brown. God loves all people: Christian, Muslim, Jewish, et al. God loves all people: all political, all social, all sexual, et al. persuasions.
If God is Love, living in the presence of God is to be filled with and surrounded by Love. Isn't heaven the individual spirit passing from life to after life with God; passing from an imperfect world with interludes of Love to being totally immersed in the Love of God. Can those whose lives are based on love go anywhere else, but heaven? Can those whose lives are not based on love be with God in heaven?
This is a family saga, Sharon's family. Sharon, a mostly white, mostly normal girl, only a little brown---only a few harmless sexual fantasies. She grows up under the influence of a Pastor not knowing God's Love. She grows up in a time of racial and sexual persecution. She grows up in America in the 1930s and 40s. She, surrounded by a loving family, overcomes hate, walks from the moonless, midnight darkness of evil into the noon day sun of God's Love. Her story, Amber and Albert's story, all the stories in this book weave together from the 1840s to the present day to make this book. They are love stories.
With the help of her nurse during a series of enemas, Sharon fills with God's Love, becomes a Christian as Jesus teaches to be a Christian.
This book, is an infinitesimal drop in a sea of potential stories of love, is a few strokes on an infinite parchment. As it says in the Koran, "If all men where scribes by trade; and all the seas turned to ink; and all the skies were parchment made, all the seas would run dry, all the skies would be filled before the Love of God could be written."
Love is infinite and indefinable, of earth and heaven, is in the eyes of a baby for her Mother, a ten-year old receiving a loving enema from her Aunt, a seventeen-year-old receiving a paddling from a loved teacher, a woman in the arms of a loving husband. Love is explicit in the intimacies of living, tangible, spirit, moral in context, drawn from the bowels of the earth to the clouds of heaven.
This book is dedicated to Love.
