This blog is about Nobody’s God. Not my God or your God, not the God of my neighbor across the street or someone in the Welsh countryside. Rather, God is the God of all four of us–and everyone else. God of us all alike. Belonging to no one more than another, nor to any denomination more than the rest. Belonging not even a little more to the worthiest-seeming among us. That’s why I think of God as Nobody’s God.
And why I named my spiritual autobiography Nobody’s God. As I wrote the manuscript, reliving my own journey, I came to understand more and more clearly that, while my journey was mine alone, God is not mine in any exclusive sense whatsoever. I see God through my eyes, from my perspective; my view of God is doubtless colored by teachings of my denomination–and of another denomination to which I once belonged. God is at the center of my life–but also at the center of others’ lives whose vision and understanding of God are quite different from mine. And I think those differences are just fine with the One God.
It’s as simple as this: either there is One God–or there is no God. That is one of the very few things I’m even pretty sure about.
Which is okay, because, as I see it, the willingness to live with incertitude is the one prerequisite for faith. I believe that. As I believe in God. I do not know God is, but that’s okay, too. Because I do know that my belief in God, and my relationship with God, matter in my life. That I believe God cares for me, in both senses, centers me, strengthens me, makes me a braver and kinder person. I believe, too, that God challenges me–though I think it was probably my idea to write this blog.
So here we go: I’m committing myself to writing this blog weekly.
In it, as in my everyday life, I will speak of God rather a lot. If that’s okay with you, let’s talk again next week.
