The God I Believe In
I once believed in a god, who had rules for living that did not always coincide with common sense. A god who bound you with guilt and who promised freedom by spending a lifetime bend over begging on your hands and knees. Rejecting science for a holy book, was part of his teaching. But somehow through all that garbage the real God was there, gently guiding me. Over time and years and years of healing and restoration, I have come to know this God. This God can be found in any and no religion. This God is living and alive. She has a million faces and every one of His faces has a million expressions. He comes to me in the winds that I feel on my face outside my house. She is there in the loving gaze of my puppy. It moves and is revealed in the laughter of the kids I work with.. God is there in my partner, my boss and co-workers and the love of my mother and father. This God lives in me! This is liberation for me. God is not a religion. My God is too big for any one religion. My God can come in any face or way. This God, I love talking to. This God I love knowing. This God is freedom.