a reason the mob turned back
I was just thinking about this in the shower today and thought I would write it down.
I struggle with what I believe.
Some days I worry about “What” I believe but more often than not I worry about “How” I believe it.
Instead of saying that “I believe in God”, what if I started saying that “God believes in me”.
It seems rather trivial to flip it but try it.
What am I actually saying when I say “I believe in God”?
It tends to frame my thinking about what my responsibilities are compared to God’s. I start thinking that God will take care of everything, that God has a plan for everything and I am just there. Good or bad, I really only have latent responsibility at best.
On the other hand, stating that “God believes in me” frames how I think of myself in relation to the earth, the world, the people in it. Now when I think about doing something it is with the understanding that I am part of the equation to the sum, not just a remainder or some residue of an all knowing hand.
There may be a wound, I can be the bandage.
There may be despair, I can be hope.
There may be destruction, I help rebuild.
There may be injustice, I can be a voice.
The real difference seems to be that in those moments, I become a reason the mob turned back.
I can be the point at which circumstance pivots.
The more I think about it, the more I like the perspective that places me and what I see in the world.
Of course this presumes that we have a commonality about belief in a God. Even so, I think that the principle is the same. Happy to discuss this.