Blue Collar God / White Collar God/ Two different books-in-one, with a different cover on each side, describe both of God's transcendent and accessible sides. CHAPTER ONE: Blue-Collar God He could have been born the son of a CEO. He could have attended a snooty prep school. He could have shuffled himself into the deck of humanity as a king. But he didn’t. He came as a three of clubs. He chose to be common. Ordinary. Regular.

He was born in a blue-collar hospital. He lived a blue-collar life. He hired a blue-collar crew and ran a blue-collar ministry. He was, literally, one of us. In Blue-Collar God, that’s exactly how I hope to portray him. Approachable. Accessible. I want to bring him down to the level to which he willingly brought himself; down to earth, down to us. He pressed the button for the basement of existence, becoming sub-God, trading in his puncture-resistance for human flesh. Imagine . . .

God, a New York City cabdriver.
God, a garbageman.
God, a kite maker.
God, a homeless insurance salesman.
The I Am, now Everyman.

These are the stories of a God who gave up his CEO position to become a grunt, who traded his high-profile I Am status for a lowly John Doe existence. Instead of us struggling to live up to God, he willingly chose to live down to us. These are the stories of a God who went to great lengths to erase the disconnectedness between us and him.

CHAPTER ONE: White-Collar God To say he’s successful would be quite an understatement. To say he has entrepreneurial inclinations would be stating the glaringly obvious. To say he’s a big shot, a big wheel, a big deal, the big cheese, would be selling him short on “bigs.” The name embroidered on his white collar pretty much says it all . . .God.

Think about it. His address? Heaven—it’s about as white-collar as you can get. His staff numbers in the billions—that’s enough to make any CEO’s white collar turn green. His portfolio? It makes Bill Gates’s pile of green turn a pale shade of white. Yeah, his collar’s white all right, blindingly white. Virtually everything about him is bigger than life. He’s not your ordinary, everyday, run-of-the-mill superhero. He can’t be boxed in. He can’t be packaged. He can’t be defined. It’s not just that he doesn’t fit the mold—it turns out he is the mold. It’s not just that he strays outside the lines—turns out he is the lines. He never had to climb the ladder—he is the ladder.

In White-Collar God you’ll meet . . .

God, the CEO of the Fire Factory.
God, the architect of the Tomorrow Tower.
God, the Big Is.
God, the benevolent Mr. Wellington.
God, the high-bidding portrait Artist.
The ultramega Alpha and Omega.

These are the stories of a big God. The stories of a God who may have taken a ride on a train through a town called Mortality, but he didn’t get off there. The route went on and so did he.

Get ready to stretch your imagination. Dare to see the God outside the lines, beyond the box. Prepare yourself for a God who’s not your average, everyday run-of-the-mill superhero. His top button may be open, but there’s no mistaking him. He’s the one in the dazzling white collar.

Terry Esau, ISBN-13 : 978-0849917042, Pages 89