Just a slob like one of us. OK, you are not a slob. But you are like a God!
Meadows are great for sleeping
Can you even imagine riches like mine?
I just plain and simple love life. I do not suffer. One time I lived under a bridge in a place called White River Junction Vermont. One time I lived in a log cabin I helped build at about 8,000 feet above sea level. And one time I lived in a hospital bed. Hear tell that as a babe I lived in a closet. And one time I spent over 30 days living on dirt in the bottom of the Grand Canyon. And do not even get me started about the jails in Paris France or Tijuana Mexico or Saigon Vietnam.
You see I love to rest and it really does not matter where. I sleep with riches in my heart. Everywhere is somewhere worth being.
How would you like to grow up with a big brother like this? Yes that is my big brother.
I was just a boy
My super cool big brother took me down the path to the outhouse on the other end of our land. I had to poo poo in the middle of the night. And big old Brian had his turn to take little old Eric to do his business.
Some way and how he stole a blanket. And as we headed back to the cabin we lived in, He just plopped me down in a meadow to see the stars. We just laid there looking at stars. I awoke to a playful ugly and mean dad around an hour before day break. He did not swoop us up. He laid down next to us and pointed out stars and planets.
Ya see our world and our heavens are not ours. Yet they are if we choose to make them ours.
We are given life and life in itself is wonderful and love is more natural than the opposite whatever that is.
So what if God were one of us, just a slob like all of us?
I imagine some that get all reverent on me and holier than thou might think this thought sacrilege. I am sorry to offend. I beg your pardon. But I have this personal relationship that bars no thought and hinders no imagination. That is how the cosmos wired me.
Now just think for a second: Buddha and Christ and Cochise and our Dalai Lama for much of the important part of their lives had no home. Yes you heard me - they were homeless. Jesus got near stoned to death when he returned home, and Dalai Lama would still be arrested if he returned home. I dare say that most who read this are less of a slob than most homeless folks. So there you have it. In fact if God were to appear to us as so many believe God in fact would be a slob like one of us, or worse.
I hope the "slob" does not offend it is meant to break down barriers and it is stolen from a very interesting song. Which you should listen to below.
Most people would think me quite well kept. Out in the world I appear that way. Not on my one day off though. My boy and I really do not need to get dressed up for pet stores, digging in the dirt and going hiking and playing with my tools. I also don't much like wasting too much water cleaning. But I have nice suits and clothes to wear. But sometimes don't you just feel like a slob even when you are all gussied up?
We love Santa Cruz
Be cool to the next slob you meet.
Do you think God would come as a Dressed up King or Queen
Would you lock God out if God knocked on your door and was a slob? Or what if God appeared as just a child would you listen?
Well what do you think?
Do you think you are better than those you criticize? Do you think you would stone someone who spoke contrary to your beliefs like those old Nazarenes or Communist Chinese or Hitler or Stalin or Pol Pot?
Or do you think next time you see a man out in front of a bunch of homeless bums apparently leading them to someplace you might stop and think that it just could be Buddha? Do you think that because I have less followers than you and am not as popular and my scores are lower than yours that you are better than me?
"I am I cried". But no one heard me for I was poor and they were rich. He walked and talked into the place of worship but the elders rejected him. He lead his people on a fight for freedom but his people lost the war. So he was forgotten.
We speak of holy of holies. But perhaps were are wholly of holey. There are gaps in our logic of faith and love. Unless we look at each other as though each on of us is just a slob like one of us and just maybe God.
You see it is not about seeing everyone the same or being color blind or even about liking to hang out with people like yourself. Nope it is about that barrier that exists between people "who have it together" and those of us that do not. I think I had probably visited 20 countries when I figured out that not everyone has manners like mine. I mean who would think about burping after dinner and why would you bow instead of shake? A friends father asked him after a dinner if I had something wrong with my crotch. My friend laughed to hard and said that some people believe you keep one hand in your lap while eating a formal dinner. I stopped doing that so people would not think that I was doing something down there.
Are you "I am" or are you someone else?
Just an old black hat
There is a very cool notion attributed to Jesus Christ.
You see they mocked Jesus and crucified/beat hell of him and then hung him by nails on a wooden cross and mocked him more as He left this earth. I tell you that is as low as you can go via human worldly status. The put a sign above him saying King.
Well a bit before that Jesus told His band of guys and dolls a little truth. And it goes something like this:
You fed me when I was starving, you clothed me when I was naked, you comforted me when I was chained and you healed me when I was lame and sick.
Of course his buddies looked at him sideways and said no we did not!
People when you clothe the naked and when you love the orphan and save the widow and bring hope to convicts and treat the sick. These things you do for me.
If you ask me that is a very classy way for a king to act. So in real time truth God is telling us that He is in fact just a slob like one of us or maybe worse.
Let me rephrase that. God is Love. Love is in all of us. All of us have God within us. There may be billions of us but not one of us is without that God love. Perhaps just maybe next time you see a broken down bum. Think of him as me on a bad day and lend a hand. Or at least see a little bit of God in him and give him a hand for me.