Sunday, September 11, 2016

9.2.16 Yours, mine or ours



     You know, many of us have our own very close relationship with God. And of course, each relationship is really different. In fact, who God is to us is really really varied. Depending on who we are. 
     My relationship with God does not entitle me to getting parking spaces, not getting illnesses, getting over illnesses, or me getting what I "want". 
In fact, the God that I know doesn't work for justice, the way the church 
I passed this morning says. 
     And then of course it came to me. 
     When we have a relationship with God, where we fully expect that they are going to prevent suffering in the world, fix problems, preclude injustice, and all sorts of things, according to our own human preferences, 
then of course people get really mad. 
     They get really pissed off, because it was their understanding that God would step in. Fix these things. Prevent them. PREFER their choices over the choices of other humans, of bears and trees and ants. Hold THEIR choices primary. Most important. BFFs.
     So when these 'bad' things happen, these very very hard things happen, people are like "What the heck??".
     I guess some of us just have a different flavor. I discovered one that's filled with faith, and few expectations of how God is going to deliver. To ME. My preferences. That I have today. I figured out that I am just one individual of one species, and that there in actuality is no Superpac to streamline the advantage of your connection to God, in war or neighborhood or school sports team or business competition. There is no lobbying to get your own advantage over OTHERS. Of any species. There is simply LIFE, with it's remarkable gifts and tough tough love and tragedies and suffering and great good divine love.
     God is never going to disappoint me. To me, God never made any of those promises, anyhow. 
     This stuff is simpler , based on love. Faith. Grace.
     And, yeah, if we keep moving around the circle of life, all of this will look very different at every stop.

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