only god

Chapter 169 We Cannot Look Directly at God

There is no word that can describe Herries' mood at the moment.

Harris froze in place completely.

His hands trembled, and for a moment he even forgot to tap the armor for his son. The piece of metal was red and glowing with high temperature.

"god,

Walking on...water? "

For a moment, Herris felt as if he understood the sentence, but after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt unable to understand it.

"So, in His eyes, are we all under the water?!"

Hess's face was reflected in Norn's pupils.

Facing the Lord described by Norn, Hess looked like a mortal suddenly exposed to incomprehensible knowledge.

Surprised, puzzled, trying to understand, still puzzled, and then thirsty for knowledge.

"Since you say that he walks on the water, does that mean that he is beyond our reason?"

Harris continued to ask.

Norn listened to Herris's questions one after another, and he answered with the patience of a prophet:
"He is neither our reason nor our morals.

God is the God who was, is, and will be forever.

In our eyes, God is the absurd. "

The voice fell to the ear, and Herris couldn't help murmuring:
"absurd…"

What does the absurd mean?
means that our Father cannot explain it rationally,

the only thing that can be done,
Only use sensibility to comprehend, embrace, and believe.

absurd…

The god of mountains and artisans chewed on the word.

Suddenly, Herris' pupils shrank sharply,

original…

Our Father...has been divine beyond all imagination.

So great that we tried our best, but we couldn't get any closer.

Herries lowered his head and saw his trembling hands.

Lifting the copper hammer, Herris reluctantly persisted in the casting work in his hand.

"Nuen... Lord, how far is the distance between your god, the gods and Him?"

"There is no distance,"

Norn said slowly:
"... infinite distance!"

The "no distance" that Norn said is based on sensibility. In the eyes of this prophet, as long as you are willing to approach Him and you are willing to love Him, then there will be no distance.

The so-called "infinite distance" is based on rationality, on everything such as mighty power, wisdom and so on.

"Have you...have you seen the Lord?"

Hearing this, Harris asked in astonishment.

The armor in the hands of the God of Mountains and Craftsmen dropped heavily with a hammer.

"Depending on how you define seen,

I... I haven't actually seen Him, I can't see His face.

When God appeared in front of my eyes, all I could see was light all over Him. "

"Perhaps because of this,
There are only gods in this world,

But there is no likeness of the Lord. "

Norn didn't hide anything, and told the craftsman directly.

In front of this craftsman who met by chance, the prophet has no need to hide anything.

"Even the faces of the gods can be carved for mortals to see...

Does your Lord... really have no idols?Is it true that no one can see His face? "

Harris asked in disbelief.

When he was in the kingdom of gods, he once cast statues for the gods of the kingdom.

And Norn's words undoubtedly brought him a shock of personal understanding.

it's like...

A craftsman encountered a metal that was intact and smooth no matter how it was smelted.

Even if he exhausted his life and exhausted all his past experience, he could not leave even a single scratch on the metal.

Norn caught Hess' eyes,
He took it as the shock of a mortal encounter with the incomprehensible.

"God, my Lord, we can't look straight.

If human eyes cannot directly look at the strong light of God, let alone the face of God himself?
Human ears cannot hear the flashing thunder, how much more can they listen to the voice of God?
If human hands cannot touch the burning flames, how much more can the Holy Spirit of God? "

Norn's voice was flat, and there was no change in tone from beginning to end.

He seemed to be talking about something so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary.

However, the words of the prophet fell into Herris' ears like thunder.

"I've been searching hard for Him before...

I just know now,
Turns out... we can't look Him in the eye!

Even if we could see across the endless sea of ​​stars and see every star, we would not be able to see His face. "

Norn nodded slightly.

In a short period of time, Hess actually understood what he meant. This craftsman is really not simple.

Who is he?
On the surface, it is a craftsman,

In fact, the high priest of one of the gods?
Like the old priest, who has retired here for some reason.

Herris slowly came back to his senses, seeing the metal in his hand gradually harden under the contact of the air, he couldn't even scream, so he hurriedly raised his hand to beat it.

As the god of mountains and craftsmen, I forgot to beat the armor for my son just now.

After beating, Herris put the red-hot metal back into the furnace for burning.

By the time Herris took it out and tapped it, it had been a while.

Norn was still standing where he was, and the Prophet faintly sensed that Herris still had endless doubts in his heart.

Those doubts crowded in my heart, not only did not resolve with the beating of metal, but in the sound of each impact, they became thicker and more intense.

Herlis' body was covered with sweat, making it hard to tell whether it was hot sweat or cold sweat.

"Norn..."

"what happened?"

Norn asked.

After half a sound, Herris took a deep breath.

Immediately afterwards, the God of Craftsman asked a question that made him tremble.

"Since... your god is beyond our reason, how does your god think of us?"

The trembling words fell in Norn's ears.

"Love."

Of course he said.

"Love?"

Harris repeated.

He looked at Norn in disbelief.

Norn looked directly at Herris, and for a moment, many explanations flashed through the prophet's mind.

However, none of those explanations can describe the love of God.

After half a sound,

Only one word remains from the prophet,
"I only know…"

"God loves us and is willing to sacrifice for us."

Bang!

The most outstanding craftsman in the world, the caster of the statues of the gods - Heris.

God of mountains and craftsmen whose vocation is casting...

The copper hammer in His hand fell to the ground with a bang!

The sound echoed for a long time beside the red furnace.

(End of this chapter)