I remember much
of my life from my very early childhood. I always could be enticed to talk to
someone if they mentioned God. I don’t know why God never ceased to fascinate me, and I also had a real physical fear of the devil.
My father
did not talk about God. He witnessed a lot of suffering during the second-word war and didn’t want to talk about
it. He would say, “yes, I believe in God,” and change the subject. I grew up in Israel and was taught the old
testament in school. We had our lessons and tests, but I was fascinated with
the Bible, so I read much of what was not
part of the school curriculum, on my own.
By the time
I was in grade four I was able to understand, and
my childhood faith was shaken. I read about a God who was so mean
that I was horrified. He told his people to drag their enemies over spikes and
rip them apart, to use the sword to kill
babies in pregnant women’s wombs and he punished his own people in most horrific ways if they didn’t
obey his messengers. God instructed
people to borrow gold and things from the punished Egyptians and leave without paying back, and he used magic to destroy people who had no way to defend
themselves against his power.
This was the God
that later I discovered was the father of
the Messiah that my parents and I believed in.
We were told that we must love God above
all else, but he was more concerned with
making people fear him than making them love
him.
I was in my
late teens, and a declared atheist when I
was exposed to Christian teachings, which
I hungrily gulped. Here was a different message about a God who was born human
and was teaching another message. Faith
was all about love, promoting equality, caring for the community and telling
the followers to give up material things and follow him all the way to what he calls
“The Kingdom Of The Father.” This added to my confusion since the Father was
a mean God, but not all the time.
It was later
on that I discovered that the early Christians had a flourishing community of Gnostic Christians who believed that the
God of the old testament was not always the same God. I knew a lot of Jews and
Muslims who were very good people and believed that the true God is a kind, loving
person, and at the same time I know many Christians who are willing to cause
much suffering, often for their personal
enjoyment and profit. Could the biblical God be different persons?
I like to
have coffee in some of our wonderful
coffee places on Main Street in
Blairmore. Last week I was sitting with some
authors at the Stone’s Throws Caffe. That
seems to be where authors, artists, and intellectuals
gather. Steve, a newcomer to the Pass, brought me his book about God, and it begins with asking me to define who is
God.
My approach
is to define who is not God. We think that man was
made in God’s image, yet we are not
permitted to make an image of God or try to imagine what he is. He told Moses
that his name is “I am.” and he is a “father” in heaven. Our most repeated
prayer begins with “Our Father” not his father or God or anything else. Some of
us believe that the Bible descended from God, while others say that if I worship
the book, I am worshipping another form of an idol. An idea that is abstract
could be a human constructed idol. I am left with the question of who is God.
Back to the beginning, I go, again using the Bible. On my wall, there is a
quote from (Mark 3.31 – 35) he said, “here are my mother and brothers! Whoever
does the will of God is my brothers and sisters and mother.” If he is the son
of God and I am his brother than what.
I gather my thoughts. If you really have faith you don’t need belief. A
fanatic of any faith has no faith at all. They force people to believe, and the
people never do. God doesn’t need the law and ways to enforce it. God can’t be
detected by human senses. We
meet folks who say things like Jesus told me to do this or that. I think that
they refer to their intuition directed by their consciousness. People
who say they hear God, while others around them see no sign of it, display a symptom
which can be treated. There are
however a few recorded and verifiable cases of folks who witnessed apparitions
of heavenly entities who imparted information. Those are often associated with
(faith) healing and been tested vigorously. I am thinking about Lourdes in
France which millions of people visited and been puzzling us for over 150
years.
I look again at Steves book, full of beautiful pictures quotations and
questions, the first, “who is God?”
The answer is: faith in God is letting go. The highest knowledge of God is
by unknowing and accepting. The question should be, not who is God, but who am
I. I am all there is. Without “I am,” there is nothing.
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