Sort of an essay, She is still listening to me. I really like this one.

AS FOR GOD...


I talk to God on a regular basis, but I’m never sure if she’s listening. For one thing I think the phone lines get clogged up with so many minor requests that it takes the under-grads a long time to weed out the important stuff and pass it along to her inbox. Also they might get overwhelmed by the sheer volume and make unintentional mistakes, for all I know my prayers might be lying in the slush pile.

Then there’s the time lapse issue. It’s quite possible that any year I might spend thumping my foot, impatiently awaiting a response – like last month would be good! – could be only a half blink of her eye. That broadens the margin of error between my definition of instant grat and hers. Thus it becomes even more ironic that two of the things I pray for are patience and letting go of control.

Have I mentioned the “Bigger Picture” aspect? I can go online and download pictures from the Hubble telescope of our galaxy and the many others beyond us. I’m not sure if the pictures that show millions of other galaxies and ours as a teeny dot on the edge are photos or artists renderings. It doesn’t matter to me, I still believe them. And I pray that we earthlings just may have gotten past the egotistical delusion that we are the only intelligence in the neighborhood. I mean, really.

The final thing I’m concerned abut here is that I might not even be on her mailing list, since both my parents were atheists and religion was not a topic we discussed. But even though I set out at ten years old to do a taste test sampling of every nearby religion, I never actually became a card carrying member of any of them.

You could say I took something that worked for me from each one and sort of cobbled together my own version. Hey, I was only ten. But it still works for me; it’s got all the basics, like the golden rule stuff and belief in a higher power much bigger and smarter than me. The stuff I couldn’t stomach I left alone: elitism, prejudice, misogynist, inquisitions. You get the idea.

Anyway I’d like to take this opportunity to make it clear to her once and for all that I am here. I may carry my own card, but it’s definitely got her Higher Powernesses name on it.

But really, as for God, I think she’s known me all along.