Once, I got into a debate with someone who was trying to recruit me into his bible study group. We were discussing about God, and I asked him, "So what do you think God is, some old man in heaven dressed in white, with a long, flowing beard?"
Of course, I asked this with sarcasm, so I was surprised when he answered, "Yes." And this guy was already in college.
So who or what is God?(I shall use the pronoun "He" with a capital H, not because I believe God is a man, but because of standard usage, since I am Roman Catholic by tradition. God has no gender, nor does He have any form.)
God is the Force. The Almighty. The fiber that holds the universe together.
I told bible-study guy to look at one single blade of grass. I told him to admire it, to adore its softness, and its greenness. Then I told him that that single blade of grass was unique. I told him to look at the blade of grass beside it. Those two blades of grass may look similar, but they are different; they are not the same blade of grass. Then I told bible-study guy to look at the entire field, made up of probably thousands, nay, millions of blades of grass, all similar, but none of them exactly the same. That, I said, was God. The power that can create a million similar yet different blades of grass. The power that can cause running water to wear down a rock. The power that cause an eighteen year-old to die from an automobile accident, or an eighty year-old to die of old age. The power that can create life, that can create twins and triplets inside a womb.
In order to be enlightened, this is the first step, the first hurdle, that you must overcome. You must find God. Some people scoff at such an idea, and say that God does not exist. But these people have not tried to find God. They have not tried to reconcile the conflicting ideas in their heads. The Force is always there, and only the Jedi are sure the Force even exists. And only those who believe in God can tap into His reservoir of unlimited energy to be able to work magic.
A few days after that encounter with bible-study guy, I chanced upon him again, wandering the campus alone. He no longer carried his bible, and he was always alone, staring into space. He seemed lost. And I believe I was partly to blame. I shattered the only God he ever knew, the one with the white robes and flowing beard, and I didn't guide him to the truth. Well, wherever you are, bible-study guy, if you ever read this...I apologize. And I hope you are fine.
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