Friday, September 12, 2008

A Dialogue

God: I read yesterday's post, Madelyn. You're absolutely right. I've been having a good laugh, it's one of my favorite things to do.

M: I'm happy to do something for you!

G: But you know, I have a little secret for you...

M: Wow! A secret for me! What did I do to deserve it?

G: You are. That's all you ever need to deserve it all. Anyway, ready for the secret?

M: You bet!

G: Quit planning. Start doing.

M: That's it?

G: That's it. Quit planning, start doing. It leaves me less space to work my mischief. 

M: Huh. That's it?

G: That's it. Trust in me. Trust everything around you. Trust yourself. This is all one and the same. When you really know your purpose, I don't have to throw down roadblocks to get your attention or if I do, you forge ahead anyway as if they weren't there. That's what I do, that's what I want you to do. Remember, your job is to learn to find your way to me - which means you have to be more like me. Would I let anything stop me?

M: No you wouldn't! And I'm doing it now- I'm writing, not thinking about writing, not writing in my head, not finding what else I can do besides writing.

G: Good girl!  One more thing - 

M: Anything for you, G!

G: Quit referring to me as "he". I don't like that. As a matter of fact, if I weren't universally and unconditionally loving, I'd even say I hate that.

M: I'm sorry. How should I refer to you?

G: First of all, don't be sorry. You can't insult me - I'm God, I know I'm perfect, I'm not dependent on your opinion of me and I love you no matter what you do. To answer your question, I'm fine being called God, Allah, Krishna, and a gazillion other words and sounds. But "he" or "she" just add to your thinking of me as that old guy with a beard. Remember, you were created in my image, you are part of me. But I did not create your body or your male or femaleness or any part of your form in my image. Referring to me thus confuses you. And that's a problem for you. 

M: Yes, it is confusing. I struggle to find a name for you that feels right.

G: Maybe you can google my rapper name...

M: It's worth a try.  Thanks, God. I'm eternally grateful.

G: You're welcome. And I'm eternally here. 

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