This sign hung by this mailbox, I see each day. And each day it is asking me IF I am ready to Meet God?
Is He hiding and does a church or religion own him and are they the only ones to 'introduce' Him to me?
I usually mutter, "There is nowhere to NOT meet Him, He is everywhere...."
How interesting that a small religion feel they own Him...that he is their property. And they can introduce Him and show me who he is...when there is nowhere He is not. It is like selling us Air we breathe that surrounds us, always.
Just look at the brilliant display! How is the Universe not present? Where would I have to go to 'meet' him? What is nature if not God?
I sometimes, okay, I mostly feel, that those who get caught up in the words written in the bible and the rules of religion, miss God completely. They are trying to 'learn about him' while being surrounded by Him.
My church is outside...and it is breathtaking.
It has no rules for me to follow in order to See It.
It can't fit into one religion or God forbid into a small building with a Steeple.
It explodes and dances in its Glory from the smallest expression to the largest.
Sadly, I feel, they who are trying to give me God, miss seeing Him in his true nature.
The god they are trying to get me to meet, would be similar to the god I left in my old religion. A judging god, a punishing god, to me....a dysfunctional god. One who is angry and wants me to suffer on earth for a spot of heaven someday...
The God I see every day, everywhere is nature and natural.
Brilliant, bright, contrasting, imperfect, perfect, wild, beautiful, unique, transforming, ever changing, light, dark....endless, infinite, bold, expansive...
There is no contest to who I feel most aligned to...nature and I are the same expressions of the Universe...being or expressing ourselves as who we are.
When I was in complete and utter terror of not knowing who I was, where I came from, what was the truth....nature led the way.
Each morning, I would walk. I would step outside the sun would be there....up in the sky. I could count on it. It never changed, nor did it ever demand something from me. It accepted me as I was in that moment....and has ever since.
Nature is the most wonderful teacher and the greatest place to learn how to accept yourself and all change. To see how gracefully change and transformation happens, how death feeds new life...how there is no struggle in the sunrise or a tree turning color.
Nature flows.
Truth is.
God.
