I believe in God the father, God the son, God the mother, God the daughter, God the brother, the sister, the aunt, the uncle, the son, the daughter, the grandparents and grandchildren. I believe in God the coworker, the neighbor, the teacher, the student, the babysitter, the friend; God the salesman, the plumber, the letter carrier, the weather forecaster, the insurance adjuster; God the farmer, the courier, the parking attendant, the janitor, the day laborer, the chief executive officer, the board member. I believe in God the autistic child, God the schizophrenic, God the Alzheimer’s sufferer, God the infant. I believe in God the in-laws, including the ones who can’t stand you, and God the neighbors who play their music too loud, and God the kid who broke into your car. I believe in God the arresting officer, the prosecutor, the defense attorney, the judge, and even the corrections officer.
So it is true, sometimes I hate God, in the places where I find God, just as I sometimes hate living, being among human beings, being human, and sometimes I doubt that I am. But God is bigger than that, and these things do not worry me.
I believe in God present and tangible in the contacts and interactions that we have, as human beings, with one another. Even when we cannot see, when we choose not to, when the absence of God seems obvious, I believe that is where we are most likely and most able to see God.
I also believe that what I believe can be truthful without being actually true, like the stories about Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and Shiva. I believe that my most profound insights or imaginings are no more than attempts to image, or model, deity that defies human comprehension and words. I believe that God lies beyond metaphor and imagination, but also lies within them. I believe that my trying to know God is like a drop of water trying to comprehend the ocean.
Credo
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