Chapter 40

God, My View

"God is my inner sense of wholeness and peace, melding me with all

creation."

"God could be no less than infinitum."

CHAPTER FORTY

GOD, My View

The wealth of unanswerable mysteries which Life presents has led me to

create a hoard of personal speculations as to their possible solutions.

Following are those insights which I maintain as "possibilities" and

those with which I heartily disagree. Included also are the

possibilities with which my mind has struggled yet cannot truly "claim"

as my own beliefs because of their sheer incredibility. Attempting to

rationalize that which is not an "absolute" has always been one of

man's delights and obsessions; my speculations have brought peace to my

mind in a chaotic world. They are my own, with which I can live in

harmony through all of life's crises.

When I was young, I would listen to the Bible stories and sermons and

soon began conjuring an image of God in my mind; in essence, He was an

old, white-haired man, seated in the clouds in a brilliant robe at a

magnificent desk, holding in his large hands a mighty scroll of the

names of his earthly subjects. As I learned more, and was given his

personality as if it was truly a simple, well-known fact, I began to

foster deep feelings of rebellion, yet I knew not the reason for my

disgust.

Only years later did I realize I was not the pagan I had thought myself

to be. I believed in an infinite creator, yet the problem I had with

established religion and church was my antipathy toward the restrictive

quality which language itself bestowed on God. To give attributes to

God placed him within fathomable bounds and he could not be Everything,

as I so needed to believe if I was to believe in a creator.

I think of God not as a person, or a being to whom one communicates as

if to a friend, but rather as a core and ultimate unity of all

creation. God is all things tangible and intangible...he is

Everything. I do not worry over the question of whether God is the

sender of morality among humans, for the creation itself is enough of a

reason for me to justify a power which is to be awed. Injecting within

an animal the capacity to love beyond himself, and mourn for more than

the loss of his own life further supports my heartfelt admiration.

I have never thought to blame God for wrongs and injustices because in

nature all is not fair; we, as all creation, are part of a life cycle,

an endless wave of being and nonexistence. God is my inner sense of

wholeness and peace, melding me with all creation.

If one can accept the biblical statement, "God created man in his

image," as true, then perhaps there can be other speculations drawn

from that source. Since man is generally capable of growing beyond

self-love, and, through life's observation and experiences, gaining

wisdom; it is possible that God, also, is growing, reaching ever

outward just as the universe itself is said to be expanding.

As humanly inconceivable as forever seems to be, I feel God could be

no less than infinitum. There is not a wall but that something exists

on the other side; even within emptiness is the presence of nothing,

which in itself is something!!

No one will ever know the mind of God while trapped in the vessel of

human flesh... No one will know how much he controls, indeed, how much

he is able to control. Perhaps he can control suffering but does not,

or would control the pain but cannot. We must live with the knowledge

that pain exists in the world for both the good and the heartless.

We are taught as children that if we behave we shall be amply rewarded.

Eat your vegetables and you'll get a cookie. If one is an honest,

diligent worker, he will gain success and honor. Religious teaching

also states that the righteous will prosper. Attentively listening,

many ingest these tales of fortune and assume that their earthly reward

is forthcoming. However, the world cannot live up to the story-tellers

"idealistic view" and we see with distress that our childhood tales had

severely bent realism. A member of my church cheated on a test,

unobserved, and later received an A while another student who also

neglected to study received an F. The former was not punished, nor did

the latter student, who honestly failed the exam, receive

acknowledgement for his honesty.

A drunken man slammed into an unsuspecting car housing a mother and two

children. The drunk barely felt the impact, but the mother and one of

her children simultaneously cracked the windshield. It was the third

offense, and again he merely paid a fine and the damages. No one was

seriously injured, yet the man was not fairly punished for inflicting

undeserved wounds and mental anguish on innocent victims.

While instances like those illustrated above are numerous and quite

prominent in daily life, usually destroying the bulk of one's childhood

idealism, certain individuals cling to the "reward ethic" until evil

befalls their lives; it's difficult to completely shirk childhood

teaching, so firmly rooted in the recesses of the brain. This is why,

I believe, there is a possibility for tension between ones self and his

religious stance upon facing unpleasant or shattering news. "God was

supposed to be my shield from evil!" followed either by the conclusion,

"God is unjust," or "I must have done some great disservice to the

Lord."

If I needed a reason for the existence of "evil" in life, this is the

most agreeable one that I could surmise. For there to be freedom in

life, there must also be choice. Choice necessitates at least two

possibilities, and perhaps it is here that good and evil come into

view. If God is the ultimate creator of all things, He then knew that

existence would bring nonexistence, and all things would have its

natural counterpart. Good without evil would allow no choice for

individuality and we would be reduced into mentally-bonded puppets.

Being the creator of all things would not necessitate his intervening

in all life, for within his framework, nature balances itself. The

most calamitous effect on the natural world is when it becomes

off-balance; thus to control suffering would also place limits and

restrictions on humanity's freedom. Mental freedom is better than

bondage, yet for freedom one must sometimes pay a great price. God can

be everything without standing above humanity as a punitive figure;

though he may embrace life he does not necessarily have to control it.

When viewing "bad" occurrences in a more practical light, perhaps it

could be maintained that "badness" can only be so labeled by the one

who is placed under an immediate threat. Surely a mouse dangling

precariously in an owl's vice-like talons would call his predicament

"bad," yet the owl would find only good in the circumstances at hand,

for through the mouse, he is able to sustain himself. Consequently,

I feel there must be illness and old age, and ultimately death. The

earth could not support its population of animal and human life if

there was not the presence of death. Indeed, those of us who live

today would not have lived if there was not death; birth into a flooded

planet would be impossible. Thus, nature controls itself; though

imperfect, it is an infinite miracle, ever growing and continuous.

Perhaps it is because I never believed in the story-book image of God

often presented to me from the outset, that I did not have to grapple

with the seeming contradictions which life gradually brought to my view

contesting either God's undying love or a person's goodness due to the

presence of suffering in the world. When God is viewed as nature

itself, or at least the core of the natural world, injustice becomes

less of an issue regarding the distribution of pain among societal

members. Each day in the wild, countless deaths make way for new

births and sustain those beings which, for the time, live on. Life is

agonizing for the victim and sweet for the victor; yet the one who

survives may fall prey to the hunger of a greater beast. . .

and life continues.

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