So empty, so estranged.

H,

 When we say everything is God, we must clarify. Too many placebo like experiences of God exist. There are too many visitations that are based in us, relevant to only us and consisting of only us. There are false prophets, true prophets gone false and false things that come about in honesty that we must, of necessity untangle the web and bring our hopes home.

When we say everything is God we first mean that everything will end in God. There is a perfect symmetry in life that things come into being and then they are gone from the scene. We look behind the scenes and fathom that there is a transcendence that happens. We do not just disappear.

This does not answer every question we have. There are so many pointless tragedies and innocent deaths that the ideas of original sin and eventual transcendence cannot speak to every broken heart. Faith tells us that we must not only believe that God is good but He also rewards all followers with His presence. Reward is bad word here because it becomes competitive. There is no competition in God. All the tales about running a race happen on an individual basis. There are no runners beside you. And the analogy is stretched to breaking point when we realize that if your co-runner, who does not exist on your own race track, should fall down, you are obligated to pick him or her up to continue the race. The final picture is a linked hand in hand family race with individuals making up the family and not the other way around. It is not who gets there first, as the other son in the prodigal story found out, but that we all get there. This is the father’s heartbeat. That all connect.

We might also mean that the origin of everything is God. That we do not truly see anything unless we see it through Him. The world is tainted, flawed, broken and in grey. The colour is in His eyes. Wisdom is connecting so we can first see ourselves, love others and then act in ways that speak of another country that is built without borders and in dimensions surpassing our present definitions of home. In this analogy, God is home.

If we are alive in any way at all, we often wake up in despair. The first thought before we put on the cloak of positive thinking and induced hysteria we mistake for faith, is a reflection of our own broken nature, dreams, appetites, systems and love. We are in pieces. The second thought, the first act, should be prayer. We must connect. If we do not the day seems grey. We must live in colour. We must live in God.