Nope, couldnít let this thread die without my 52cents worth.
ďJust Who Is This God?Ē
I can only tell you who God is to me.
God the Father keeps me in line, and I get out of line quite often. In fact, my name has changed so many times; Iíll hold up the line when I get to the Book of Life. Godís a very patient father, because he knows I have this thing about shoesÖand that Iím not in any major hurry to earn my wings.
God the Son keeps my heart open to others, by his example and undying message of hope, love, faith, peace, joy, grace, & charity. But, since Iím all too human, my hopes may get displaced, and love can take on a bad drunk feeling. I may lose faith, about like my car keys or my way. Peace ainít anywhere in sight, but Iíll turn into some idiot on a mad joyride without a lick of grace in my wheels and Charity? Sheís really discombobulated herself with Love in a biblical way and she needs to quit giving all women a bad name But anyway, in my sea of too many fish, and in my little valley where thereís not enough road or dough for a Cenora Shelby CS8 Mustang, Jesus is the Man with the life boat & heís the best Crew Chief this side of heaven. Heís saved me, even though I took a dive too many times, and blew too many mind gaskets to count.
God the Holy Spirit empowers my spirit, mind, heart & body to continue onward when I fall backward, wayward, and basically in a rut where no one might reach me and Iíve become lost in a very dark place. I do pretty well most times, because I feel like I have halp! But sometimes I slip or things slip through, like sickness, sadness, disheartenment, bitterness, disloyalty, drug & alcohol abuse (caffeine, cigs, fine cigars, & wine), self-loathing, neuroses, man-eating, those sort of things and, huh, probably in that order, now that Iíve looked at what I wrote. So much for trying to write without spilling all the ugly beans while dishing Spirit Soup. Still, ďsoup is good food.Ē
So, while Iíve described three roles God plays in my life, thereís more. More I donít have a clue about and more I do: Like the existence of my daughter beyond all scientific standards and explanation. To me, to disbelieve God is to discount the most precious gift Iíve ever received. I couldnít will her to live no matter how Iíd die for her. She is her own individual self, separate and apart from me, but very much a reason for why Iím still around trying to better myself, much to our displeasure on occasion, so itís not like we worship each other. In fact, I think she plots on me in stealth ninja mode just to see what kind of heathen things Iím up to. ďIím the momma!Ē
Just who are we to be so human and uniquely individual?
and why canít we just see the beauty of that instead of always trying to one-up the other.