Day 67
There are a few things I'd like to say right now, but first and foremost, let me be clear: I do have a direct connection to God. I don't talk about it often, but yeah, it's true. God and me are tight.
That said, I don't have a phone I can pick up and call God on, and neither can I receive calls from God on my cell phone or on any mobile device. Perhaps the technology will be there in a post-Planet In Between world, but we aren't there yet unfortunately.
We actually all do, however, have a direct connection within us. It isn't a phone line or an e-mail address. It's not even a Morse code or a smoke signal we can send. But we do have the technology to talk to God and Heaven at any time, day or night. Their hotline is open 24/7...even on Christmas! (Though there may be a short delay during some World Cup matches, so please stay on the line for the next available operator.)
Inside each human being, and quite possibly inside some of our pets too, we have a built-in transmitter that connects us directly to the creator of the universe. We don't have to ever use it, as many agnostics and atheists choose not to (and that's okay!), but we do have the power. It came with our operating system, and still works on all models. The instructions, too, are easy. All we need to do is talk, or even just think about what we want to say, and the message will be received. That's it! That's all you have to do!
Here's the only teeny, tiny catch though: you'll get no response. God will hear you loud and clear, even if the connection seems muddled on your end, but God won't do anything about it. I'm sorry, I really am, but it seems to be the way things work.
Sure, some people will tell you that God does get involved and does save some lives here and there, but when they say this, they're actually painting a pretty damned cruel version of God. If God helps save one life and ignores another, if God saves a bus filled with children on one day and not on another, or even if God saves three thousand people from disaster on one afternoon and lets another fifty thousand perish elsewhere on the next day, what kind of messed up reality would that be?
If you believe your direct connection is better than another person's, you're not just full of yourself. You're really, really full of yourself.
Is there a direct connection? Yes. Do we all have it? Yes. Do some of us have better connections than others that can make God answer our prayers and requests more than others? No. That would just be fucked up. Sorry, but it's true.
Our direct connection to God is a one-way call while we're living on this planet, and that's okay with me. I know this life we're living right now just is what it is, and I refuse to believe in a version of God who saves one baby from disaster but lets another suffer and die. I don't believe in a cruel, picky kind of a deity. If you'd like to believe in that kind of a malicious justice system, knock yourself out. But I won't.
Despite all the beliefs I have heard from a whole lot of people, I have learned this much in my first 40 years: no one gets more of God's love based on how much they went to church or how often they cited scripture. The only reason that formula makes so much sense to so many people is because it's how their own brains work. They treat people better based on how they are treated (a very unChristlike philosophy by the way). Instead, I believe the creator of all answers all calls from all people. He listens, and She loves. And everything that happens here on Earth? It happens.
But do keep calling! Parents enjoy hearing from their children, after all. They don't generally like hearing their children fight with each other though, so stop that!
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