Happy Thanksgiving Week! I’m taking it easy, but here’s something tasty from the archives of The Southpaw Jones Gazette. Enjoy…
Originally posted October 24, 2006:
I find it odd that folks are out there actively trying to disprove the existence of God in the year 2006. It seems to me that they miss the point just as much as the most fundamental fundamentalists.
There are vast, amazing possibilities between the two statements, “There is a God,” and “There is no God.” When are we human beings going to start exploring all of that territory, instead of standing on the extremes like dweebs in a dodge ball game?
What a word! God. It’s like “love,” with all its situational ambiguity. Yes, studies show that more than 90 percent of Americans believe in God. But I don’t think that all those people believe in a perfect being with a human personality. So I’ve compiled a brain-stormy list of synonyms for God:
The Way Things Are
The Cosmos
The Mystery
The Great Form
The All
The Unity
The Warmth
The Progress
The Universe
One Love
The Oneness
The Hope
The Flow
That last one is my favorite. When folks say, “Go with the flow,” they’re really saying something pretty close to, “Go with God.” Vaya con Dios. Right?
Anyhoo, maybe you see my point, maybe you don’t. That point is this: No one would be so silly as to ‘disprove’ the items on my list, but that’s what God is! It so annoys atheists that people use the word “God” and place some human elements into their perception of The Big Thing. Is that so bad? I mean, sure, we could do without some of the war, ignorance, and judgment that comes from religion. I get that. If you have a brilliant mind for logic and proofs, though, why not write a book that convinces people to be nice to each other? What good can be done by making my grandma question her faith during her peaceful stroll through Border’s?
God is in the eye of the beholder, friends, and my god exists everywhere but my shower, and everytime except Saturday night. Party!!! If you’ve ever had a moment of magic in your life, in nature, in sex, in family, in coincidence, you just can’t be a comfortable, 100% atheist. You believe in The Vast Tingly Something, and you know it.
