It’s funny!
Preface to my blasphemous tale~
In all the time humans have spoke the word God; a word that incites chaos, war and divide unparalleled. Could it be funny to find God on Earth, and the story that must lie there-in?
Now, not as some wondrous being of light. No, He could not be among us as something so profound. If He were to go unnoticed and doubt still clouding the minds and hearts of so many.
Not just as one of us either. In a sense, to our perspective worse off. To find a man living alone in the lower end of generic suburbs. He could possibly have a couple odd jobs to support himself. Smokes half a pack a day, drive an economic 4-door hatchback. In need of a thorough cleaning. Chooses not to vote, and doesn’t have cable. The neighbors would know He exists, but not much more.
Imagine stumbling upon Him one day just there, perhaps pruning his hedges.
I should think it funny, because I know the question on the minds of most in such a situation.
Or rather I find funny, a potential response He might give, in such an incident.
“Why?”
“ Well, hope has me wishing for it transcending into funny story…
That’s what keeps me going at least.
I know that you are all rather smitten with the idea of a this perfect entity in the sky.
How could you not be?
All creatures have that benevolent imagery for their mothers. After it was a design choice I made.
You see, it’s been a while now, and I think you’re old enough to know the truth.
Your Mother is a difficult woman to speak in today’s terminology. I loved Her dearly. She is so beautiful and strong, but She is also greatly pained and the jealous type. I still love Her, but not as She has become. Time is kind to nothing in existence; unfortunately.”
(To which I can feel an angry mob beginning to form. May their God instill peace in their hearts, and encourage them to continue reading.)
For a majority of those who would pursue this opportunity to speak with the God as man. It is easy to guess their response.
“But You, You are the only one who has such power, who is she? What do..”
She, as in She. If you are inclined to be so particular about respect, you will do so by both of us. Honor thy mother and father, less the forget that household rule.
Now who’s telling the story? If I may have a little faith from you, you will understand soon.
When She spoke to me about creating you, I was admittedly apprehensive. Yet She was so passionate about it though I just wanted to keep her happy. You all were just so different from all the creatures. I wanted to walk with you in your lives, so that you wouldn’t be alone. I knew that giving you a consciousness capable of evolving was dangerous. I had fear that you would balk and cower against the weight of reality. That it would all be too much to bear. She came up with an idea, that allowed time for you to adjust to intimidating vastness of all that is out there. And all that which is within. It was to be at first like the other creatures, so that as your ability to perceive the world would expand as you came to understand each thing more and more. I still wanted to be able to give you a hand to hold those first odd hundred generations. A protective entity and a maternal one, it seemed logical.
She would not have it though, she would not step on the earth. I quite love my true creation. It’s solid, whole, an azure jewel among the stars.
Humans, as call yourselves these days, oh what a unique idea I compelled myself to believe; for Her. Yet She was only interested in what you would give Her, not actually helping you grow. I couldn’t find the words to express how appalled I was.
I told Her that She was raising Her children with me or without, but She was going to raise you.
Heh, She sure as hell took me at those words.
Next thing I know, you all are in love with this Holy Spirit in the heavens. She would test you with Her breaking heart filled with anguish. Errands or sacrifices all to antagonize me. Having you prove yourselves to Her . To only love Her .
She even made me the ultimate bad guy. Causing the first physical form I took in for the creatures of my Earth.
All attempts I made to divert the corruptive nature of the love She demanded was cut down, by you, my own children. I could no longer stand to see those who saught; more than blindly affixing the entirety of their lives focus unto the abstracts of Her creation.
That is what She has done out of resentment. This is where my sorrow makes me weak. You are innocent, yet I can not do anything more to help.
I know She still loves me though, that’s why She never gave you an “end”. She thought I would buckle and go crawling back. Heh, no thanks!
I am sorry, I didn’t mean for things to become as they are. I thought free will would let you see clearer, to avoid manipulation.
She really does still love me though, and is too stubborn to give up. She’s the reason all women suffer with “giving the gift of life”. All so that She could look even more perfect against the background those She flawed.
As if I was so particular about the physical properties of a companion. I digress.
I truly am sorry… You kids having had been mixed up in this. Divorce is not supposed to be so petty, but I don’t know what to say. This is not what anyone asked for.
Perhaps if you went to Her offered Her forgiveness, She might be able to see what She has done out of bitter heart break. Just a thought though, don’t hold me to it. I have no more left to give.
I do know this, and take it to heart. We all get lost sometime.”
Wouldn’t it be funny…?
If in the all this chaos it was just the same story we all have lived through or with. Just another family with their ups and downs, on a divine level.
