The God I don't believe in
The God I don't believe in
I struggled for days writing this. And then I stopped struggling, and let it come to me, and this is what came.
“You will,” said the God I don’t believe in. “Trust me. You will learn .”
Belief in God
“I don’t believe in Me,” said the God I don’t believe in. “If I don’t believe in Me, why should anyone else? Why should you, writer? Why should you, reader?”
“You’re not God,” said a reader.
“Perhaps,” said God. “But if there is one infinite, all-powerful God—and there is—then we are all the just different manifestations of the One.
“I don’t believe in Myself,” God said, “because I KNOW I AM.”
God was on a roll. She was awesome to behold when She was like that. I sat back and let the words come. I should get out of the way more often.
“You will,” God said. “Trust me.” Then She continued.
“People don’t say ‘I believe in trees’ because people see trees, know trees, feel trees. People don’t say ‘I believe in apples.’ Or ‘I believe in grass.’
“People don’t say they ‘believe in’ anything that they know is there.
“So when someone says that they ‘believe in God,’ they are really saying that they don’t know God is there. If someone knows God, they say God is there, not ‘I believe’
“I know you’re there,” I said to the God I don’t believe in. “I just don’t know what you are.”
“That’s OK,” God said. “I know that I AM and what I AM. I want you to keep listening to Me, to keep talking to Me, not to believe in Me.”
“People who say ‘I believe in God’ believe that they believe in God. But they do not believe."
“Take this guy, for example”, God said to you, referring to me, the guy writing this blog, and letting the God he doesn’t believe in speak through him. “I’ve come to him because he. wanted to know God. He wanted God. And he got Me.
“When I showed up, he didn’t know what to do. He wrestled with Me for years—as Jacob did. I am not what he expected. Am I real? Am I a joke? Am I a literary device?”
“My answer, of course, is YES!” God said. “God’s answer is always YES!
“I am all of these things, and I am more than each because I am less.
“I am real, and I am more than real because I AM.
“I am a joke, and more than a joke because I AM.
“I am a literary device, and more than a literary device because I AM.
“I am God, and more than God, because I AM.
“So do not believe in Me. Instead, search for Me. Find Me. Discover Me.
“I AM within you. I AM within every person you meet. I AM within every person you love and every person you hate.
“I AM.”
The writing stopped. God smiled. “Now go to sleep; it’s 2 AM. In the morning, I’ll help you make some corrections, and you can post it.
I did.
Readers, I don’t know what to make of this.
It helps me to write these things—or allow them to be written. I read what is written and I learn. So I am going to keep doing it.
If it helps you, then I am glad. In an earlier post, I predicted more conversations with God. And ideas now keep coming, faster than I can render them.
I predict that I’m going to write more.
(“Good choice,” God says, in the background.)
I’m ambivalent about sticking a “Subscribe Button” here.
“Don’t be,” God says.
I think that what appears here is worth reading. I also know there’s ego involved.
“You’re in my hands now,” God says. “Ego has no chance against me.”
So here’s the button.