Muse Me, God

I have been asking God what He wants me to do. I offered for Him to use me as he sees fit. The answer I got back last night was to use my writing talent to talk about Him and his path for us humans. And I figured the quickest way to do that was through a blog. I took the title for this blog from a book I'm reading (recommended by Oprah) called The Seat of the Soul by Gary Zukav. I highly recommend it, too. (Oprah and I...we're like this-- making the sign of two fingers pressed together. Okay, so I'm being sarcastic...)

Anyway,  I'm feeling A WHOLE LOT unprepared for this task (not sarcasm.) I was raised in the church, but I realize now I have been spiritually sleepwalking my entire life. Now I'm what I like to call a baby Christian--just barely toddling around in the path of righteousness and only able to utter bible pablum that I learned in Sunday School. I'm not even sure of the difference between an apostle and a disciple (Is there a difference? I don't know...)

Then a few months ago my 26-year-old son died and immediately upon his passing (and just like in a Roadrunner cartoon) it was like a load of Acme dynamite exploded, making a huge hole in this thick brick wall between me and God. (God and me? God and I? Whatever...)

Suddenly there He was...bigger than life! I swiped away the haze from my eyes and said, "Hi, God," sort of embarrassed that it took me so long to speak to Him. And you know what happened? He smiled at me. I never thought of God smiling before. In my imagination He was always a serious guy, more disapproving than loving and accepting and certainly not exhibiting a sense of humor. But then, that's what you get when the better part of your Christian education came from watching The Ten Commandments. (God was not in a good mood when Charlton Heston kept trashing those tablets--and who could blame him?)

Also, since I started attending church again I'm learning so much. I always thought Christians talked WAY too much about Jesus. To be honest, any time someone brought Jesus up, it was a real turn-off to me. I know there are a lot of good, intelligent people who feel the same way.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I would say to myself. "God sent his only son to die for our sins. And he suffered on the cross. But I went through 19 hours of labor pains and you don't see anyone doing velvet paintings of me." (Don't worry. Lightning won't strike me. I'm on His side now.)

But then it was explained to me (at church through scripture) that Jesus wasn't really the son of God. Jesus WAS God in human form. I figure it must have taken God a really long time to work out His travel arrangements because He told prophets He was coming several hundred years before He got here. He was on a mission to straighten us all out--to simplify things and speak to us in a way we could understand, in a form we could actually see.

He came here to expedite our path to His kingdom...The Vertical Path.