I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Mother God
In their book "Plato and a Platypus Walk into a Bar...." Cathcart and Klein open up their chapter of the Philosophy of Religion with this brief statement.
"The God that philosophers of religion like to argue about isn't one
that most of us would recognize. He tends to be more on the abstract
side, like "the Force" in Star Wars, and less like a parent who stays up at night worrying about you."
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Sometimes when I think about God
I can only think BIG
I mean really big
Like Master of the Universe big
God is up there
out there
a little bit vague
a lot scary
The mean old guy with a beard and thunder bolt
or worse
God is totally transcendent
and frankly
not exactly very real
and helpful?
can a cosmic bowl of tapioca pudding
(yes, that is my other image)
be helpful?
But sometimes I think of God as immanent
and intimate
I think of the Christ
The Word made flesh
God living among us
I think of God in the Exodus
Camping
Tenting
with the people of Israel
present and in their midst
And I think of how God comes now
in special people whom God places in my life
in sisters and daughters
dear friends
God is in the person who listens deeply
In the one who notices my pain
and shares my joy
God is in the smile and the hand shake
I get from the person at the Blue Banana (my favorite coffee spot)
and in the quick hug I get
when I walk through the door of my church.
God is in the little child who tugs at my pants leg
and smiles up at me
and in my granddaughter as she laughs
God is
Big
But God is also
Present
in all the little things
And yes, God looks down at me
and worries
as a mother worries
over a difficult child
and loves me
and comforts me
as a mother who loves that chld
no
matter
what
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