{"id":293,"date":"2011-12-25T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-12-25T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/d2999fa4-b389-4f27-ad88-4072c3e3818e"},"modified":"2011-12-25T05:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-12-25T05:00:00","slug":"ye-are-gods","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=293","title":{"rendered":"“Ye Are Gods.”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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<\/font>One day I found God sitting on a park bench in Flourtown, Pennsylvania.  He looked depressed as he tossed bread crumbs to the pigeons.  Taking a deep breath, I sat down next to him.  He barely looked up as he moved his bag of bread over to make room for me.  We sat in silence a long time.  I wondered what to say to him.  He looked so sad.  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke first.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cNice weather, eh?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you made a pretty sky,\u201d I said.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cMe?  I didn\u2019t make the sky look pretty.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t?  I thought you made everything.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a myth\u2026Well, no, let me use a different word:  \u201clie.\u201d  \u201cThat is a lie.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cLie?\u201d  I said surprised, \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do my children so willingly give their power away?  This sky,\u201d He said, gesturing towards the late afternoon autumn sky, \u201cthe people of this town made it.  They\u2019re collectively in a good mood; they\u2019re living right, so the sky is clear, sunlit, full of fluffy white clouds.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, wait,\u201d I said, \u201cYou\u2019re not suggesting that the collective moods of the citizens effect the weather?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cEffect?  Make.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cMake?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cMake?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cWe make the weather?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cSo what do you make?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I make the raw ingredients for the weather.  I make you.  I make a lot of things.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cI see.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cThought so.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cListen God, You\u2019re telling me some pretty outrageous stuff here.  It\u2019s not that easy for my finite mind to grasp all this.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cFinite mind?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re the infinite one.  We\u2019re the finite ones.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cSays who?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cYou did, didn\u2019t you?  In the bible someplace?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cNever.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cOK, so now you\u2019re suggesting I have an infinite mind, like yours.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cNot suggesting.  Telling.  I gave each of my children a spark of my own mind.  That makes your mind infinite.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, but where did I get the idea that my mind was limited and yours unlimited?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cThe people who write that sort of thing are scared of their own divinity.  They can\u2019t handle the responsibility.  Even worse, many can\u2019t handle the joy, the sheer joy of being unlimited.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cSo they put words in your mouth and say you say things that you didn\u2019t just to justify their own beliefs?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cMore or less, yes.  People are always giving me credit for things I didn\u2019t do and devaluing themselves.  They do something great and say, \u201cWow, look what God did!\u201d  But I didn\u2019t do it.  They did.  They blame me for disasters, wars, abuse, everything\u2014good or bad.  I didn\u2019t create victims.  I created princes and princesses.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that why you look so sad?\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

I looked out over the growing flock of pigeons as his bag of bread crumbs was never ending.  He handed me a piece of bread to throw to them.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cIs there anything else you need to talk about?\u201d I asked, chucking the bread into the sea of coo\u2019s and glimmering feathers.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m tired,\u201d said God, \u201ctired of people using my most common name, and twisting it to mean such horrible things.  I created people not so they would believe in me, but in themselves.  The sad truth is most people do not truly believe in me.  If they did, they would lead wonderful, unlimited, joyous, creative, compassionate lives.  If they only for a few seconds everyday took the time to remember how powerful they are, how I just want them happy, how I don\u2019t need their praise, how they have it within themselves and the people around them to have everything they ever needed to be happy.\u201d<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

As He spoke, great tears formed in his eyes and trickled down his face and into his beard of stars and snow.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

I put my hand on his.  He broke down completely, sobbing like a baby.  <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

I held him in my arms for hours; so long the pigeons began landing on us.  He cried all night, and I held him all night, wondering at the mystery of it all.<\/p>\n

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