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When I first started blogging, a little over two years ago, "God" was not part of my spirituality. The word still smacked of the old school God of my youth: that wrathful, angry-looking old white guy on the Sistine Chapel roof. I was hated that image of God so furiously, that not only did I not believe it was possible for him to be in charge of the universe, I couldn't even stand to use the word "God," lest people think I was somehow in league with all the negative images it conjured up for me.
Still, I found, as my journey progressed, I did need a word to describe my spiritual center and God seemed to be a good one: an excellent, if potentially inaccurate, shorthand for what I was holding to and what was filling me up. I took a step toward reclaiming God by purging that word of all I felt it was not, but I never did get around to saying what my God is to me.
In part I delayed writing it because my vision of God is always growing and changing, flickering in and out, hard to pin down. But in part it's because, who can capture God? Even one person's limited vision of God? Wouldn't it be like offering up one snapshot of myself and calling it the whole of me? Yet while a snapshot may capture only a fragment of one moment in time, it's still something and many snapshots together tell a kind of story, like the little snapshots that are my blog posts begin to fill out some rough outline of me.
So, for kicks, for posterity, for one little piece of the puzzle, to round things out a big more, here are some of the things my God is to me (today):
My God is an idea, a set of principles.
My God is evolution. My God is physics. My God is the scientific method.
My God is both the Buddhist truth of impermanence and science's truth of the first law of thermodynamics, which states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Everything changes, yet the same energy continues in some new form.
My God exists like love exists, like beauty exists, like kindness and compassion exist.
My God is love and beauty and kindness and compassion.
My God is in all living things. My God is the energy of life: the heart beating, the neurons firing, the breath.
My God is in the connection between people, between all living things.
My God is in starlight and bones and dog-earred pages.
My God is the voice inside me that knows what to say, the part of me that knows what is right. And it does not matter to me how this happens or what causes it to be, only that it is.
My God is truth. My God is my truth.
My God is my best writing: the dark, astonishing part of me the words come out of. My God is in this blog, if not fully in this single post.

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