I don’t remember how old I was when I figured out that God could see me naked. I do recall that it came as something of a shock. Even as a kid, it felt like a violation of my rights.
Over the years, various church talks, lessons and sermons further convinced me that Heavenly Father was deeply concerned about what I did in my various stages of undress, and therefore kept me under constant surveillance.
Worse was the idea that whatever I was up to while under this heavenly microscope was also so...
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