Wow. There’s a word. What does it make you think? Who does it make you think of? Your God? Our God? My God? I know who, “my God,” is. It’s the Christian God of America. Why? Cause that’s the God I grew up with. The God I was born into.
The God of my birth. The best God. Right?
But what if I had been born in India? And grew up with the God of Hinduism. OK, what if I had been born in Iran, and grew up with the God of Islam? How about being a Japanese kid and the God I learned from day one was the God of Buddhism? What if I was raised in a Jewish family. Are those Gods inferior? Is time with them wasted and lost? Big questions.
Bigger question. Are Gods of those traditions and faiths less than my American Christian God? That’s what I was always told and taught. MY God was the ONLY real and valid God and my Bible was the only word I could ever hear from the RIGHT God. No problem.
Any God I can conceive of, is probably way too small.
No Problem? But I am starting to think, “maybe problem.” Why you ask? I’m starting to maybe believe this thinking makes God way too small. Way too convenient. This nicely described God can be defined and reduced to a neat, little package. I can carry it around on my belt, kinda like those first cell phones. Puts my God in a nice, safe, box. My package. My God.
As my 71st year, slips quickly under the keel and into the wake, I am becoming much more aware of God. Maybe because he’s a lot nearer than ever before. But with that comes an aching awareness of a new arrogance. It suddenly seems so arrogant to believe that I, a finite lump of flesh, enclosing a broken spirit, can possibly know the nature of the God of the universe.
Can I possibly know God? Or just My belief system of God.
I can really only know my belief system of God. My faith. The only faith I was ever exposed to. So what does that mean for all those others, who through the happenstance of birth learned of a different concept of… God? Who’s right? Who’s wrong? I’m just getting tired of people on this side of Heaven telling me of things they can’t possibly know. Things of God. I am tired of this pat, packaged God. This commercial God. This little, defined, God.
I’ve got questions. Questions I’ve never had before. Understand, I have no doubts about God. I just have doubts about a God, so small, he can be easily understood as, “better,“ and “true,” because he’s my God. The arrogance bothers me now.
And I think it just might piss-off God a little. And that’s not a good thing.
So my faith manifesto begins. Stay tuned for the next installment of how I got to this place.