Gud Fadur

Gud Fadur

 

Dear Ian,

You always referred to God as "Spirit,"  Not as a man-image, but a vast, luminous and invisible energy field of LOVE. What a lovely mind you have to imagine God just so....but you were never a parent, sweetie.

Instead, sometimes I think that God is the tired parent 

of a bunch 

of errant children.

Rowdy.....unruly......

Unfinished

Partly baked

Maybe, He watches and listens patiently

 with a tired smile

 but also an eye-twinkle as....

(for instance) 

one rebellious earth-cookie child

  spews on about civil rights and nihilism.

He also listens and watches the legalistic little brat

 who won't play with anyone outside their group

 and the kid in the corner

 who wants in....

To the one who wants to kick Muslims out and require only Christian prayer in school. He listens to little girls who worry about their weight and don't know their worth..... and the ones who won't shave their legs and march around with pink vagina hats and rant about equal rights.

He watches with the same loving eye.....

 The ones that smoke weed and drive too fast,

 And the ones that drive everyone mad,

The ones driven,

And the ones with no drive at all.

 The ones that read and the ones that only watch TV.

Maybe He knows they're all wrong, 

But also they're all right

 And it doesn't really matter anyway....

Because He loves them all so fucking much.

Like most of us Moms and Dads

He just can't help Himself.

Like a Mamma dog that isn't mad when her pup runs off

 but just brings it back

 and licks

 it

 all over.

When I think About God like that, everything makes more sense.

  Yeah, I like that idea.   

Love,

Mom