I am not your accuser
You know, God, I still feel like a freak sharing these conversations with you publicly. I mean even people who believe there is a God find this sort of thing pretty fringe.
And yet?
And yet, it’s compelling… But that’s not good enough, not really, I mean anyone reading this could think that this compulsion to talk you back and forth in writing… well they could easily think that’s just a sure sign of madness. And you could hardly blame them.
You’d be surprised, the desire to hear from me, even in just a vague ‘nudge’ or thought in some hopeful sort of direction is strongly felt by millions, and vaguely felt by hundreds of millions more. It’s like the need for love and companionship with other humans, it’s instinctive and not easily stifled.
Ok, but…
But you’re not hearing in vague ‘nudges’ and thoughts, are you?
Well, no, and that’s the problem.
Why so?
You know ‘why so’!
Of course, but spell it out so we can talk it through.
Well, ok, I don’t hear in vague nudges and thoughts, I hear in full sentences and paragraphs, clear as a bell.
People have spent their lives trying to hear like that, so what’s the problem?
That’s the problem. Those people were deserving…
Actually, everyone’s deserving.
See, that kind of comment just makes this worse. We were taught that we’re not deserving, and that idea fits much better with our world view, it allows us to look down on those we don’t really like and whom we feel are even less deserving than ourselves.
Hmmm. And where do you think that sort of thinking comes from? Just a hint, it’s not from me. :) Let me ask you a question, are your kids deserving of your love?
Heck yes!!
Really?? But, aren’t they flawed, imperfect, and make all the same sorts of mistakes you did??
Well, I imagine, yes, I don’t really take notice to be honest, but…
And that’s the secret, neither do I!
I don’t take notice. You do, but I don’t. You’re all concerned with and focused on your imperfections, but I’m not. I’m a father, the Father, and I am NOT ‘the Accuser of the Brethren’, and neither am I the spirit who convicts, I am the Spirit who does not notice his children’s faults. You say that all of your kids deserve your love, well, here’s the news, all mine deserve mine too. All of them, period.
Ok, fine, I might have known you’d say that sort of thing, and I guess I’m starting to get my head around it, although it contradicts everything organised Christianity taught me, but…
Not everything. You were taught all that, it’s just that they hid it inside a coating of all that mumbo jumbo about ‘righteous love’ and needing to ‘punish sin’ etc. Most organised religions have been poisoned with that marred concept of me.
Ok, look, fine, I get all that… well, ok, I admit I don’t really, but I just wanted to say that this whole thing, this back and forth convo with you in writing is, well it’s exciting, therapeutic, healing, but also, just saying, it’s very weird, and I have to keep pinching myself because it’s not really like it should be.
Not like it should be?
Yes, I mean, what about the eel?
What about it?
I asked you the other day, I don’t know why I did, I must have been off my head, but I asked you about that massive big eel we’ve been feeding in our creek that seemed to have disappeared. I was worried it might have been harmed so I asked you, and you said, no, it’d be back.
And?
Well, this morning the eel was back, just like you said. And, God, let’s face it, you’re not supposed to be focused on giving me clear answers about silly stuff like fat eels in creeks, surely!
Hey, it’s even a song now, ‘when every sparrow falls’. Don’t go forgetting that. I talk to anyone who wants to talk, and I talk to them about everything they want to talk about.
The eels in their creek, their baby’s colic, their aunty’s arthritis, their mortgage, their kid’s teachers — anything — I talk to anybody, Christian, Buddhist, Moslem, Hindu and all the others — and I talk about any thing, any single thing, they want to know. And if they want to hear me in full sentences and paragraphs like this, then all it takes is know-how, not good behaviour.
End of story. :)