More and more amazing!!!

This book is getting more and more amazing!!! AHH!!!! I have SOOO much I want to put on here! But I'll just post my favorite parts (starts with Papa):

"If I were simply one God and only one person, then you would find yourself in this creation without something wonderful, without something essential even. And I would be utterly other than I am."
"And we would be without...?" Mack didn't even know how to finish the question.
"Love and relationship. All love and relationship is possible for you only because it already exists within me, within God myself. Love is not the limitation; love is the flying. I am love."
"You do understand," she continued, "that unless I had an object to love---or, more accurately, a someone to love---if I did not have such a relationship within myself, then I would not be capable of love at all? You would have a god who could not love. Or maybe worse, you would have a god who, when he chose, could love only as a limitation of his nature. That kind of god could possibly act without love, and that would be a disaster. And that is surely not me."

I don't know about you, but that totally made something CLICK in my head. If God didn't have the Trinity, then He would not be capable of love...W O W. That makes COMPLETE and total sense to me...

This was a part of the conversation they had at dinner (starts with Mack, and just so you know---Sarayu is the Holy Spirit):

"Now here I am telling you about my kids and my friends and about Nan, but you already know everything I am telling you, don't you? You're acting like it's the first time you've heard it."
Sarayu reached across the table and took his hand. "Mackenzie, remember our conversation earlier about limitation?"
"Our conversation?" He glanced over at Papa, who was nodding knowingly.
"You can't share with one and not share with us all," Sarayu said and smiled. "Remember that choosing to stay on the ground is a choice to facilitate a relationship, to honor it. Mackenzie, you do this yourself. You don't play a game or color a picture with a child to show your superiority. Rather, you choose to limit yourself so as to facilitate and honor that relationship. You will even lose a competition to accomplish love. It is not about winning and losing, but about love and respect."
"So when I am telling you about my children...?"
"We have limited ourselves out of respect for you. We are not bringing to mind, as it were, our knowledge of your children. As we are listening to you, it is as if this is the first time we have known about them, and we take great delight in seeing them through your eyes."
"I like that," reflected Mack, sitting back in his chair.
Sarayu squeezed his hand and seemed to sit back. "I do too! Relationships are never about power, and one way to avoid the will to hold power over another is to choose to limit oneself---to serve. Humans often do this---in touching the infirm and sick, in serving the ones whose minds have left to wander, in relating to the the poor, in loving the very old and the very young, or even in caring for the other who has assumed a position of power over them."

I am LOVING this...

Then Jesus and Mack went out to look at the stars and had another conversation:
"Jesus?"
"Yes, Mackenzie?"
"I am surprised by one thing about you."
"Really? What?"
"I guess I expected you to be more"---be careful here, Mack---"uh...well, humanly striking."
Jesus chuckled. "Humanly striking? You mean handsome." Now he was laughing.
"Well, I was trying to avoid that, but yes. Somehow I thought you'd be the ideal man, you know, athletic and overwhelmingly good-looking."
"It's my nose, isn't it?"
Mack didn't know what to say.
Jesus laughed. "I am Jewish, you know. My grandfather on my mother's side had a big nose. In fact, most of the men on my mom's side had big noses."
"I just thought you'd be better-looking."
"By whose standards? Anyway, once you really get to know me, it won't matter to you."
The words, though delivered kindly, stung. Stung what, exactly? Mack lay there a few seconds and realized that as much as he thought he knew Jesus, perhaps he didn't...not really. Maybe what he knew was an icon, an ideal, an image through which he tried to grasp a sense of spirituality, but not a real person. "Why is that?" he finally asked. "You said if I really knew you it wouldn't matter what you looked like."
"It is quite simple really. Being always transcends appearance---that which only seems to be. Once you begin to know the being behind the very pretty or very ugly face, as determined by your bias, the surface appearances fade away until they simply no longer matter."

Mmm...