Being an Earthling
“This earth plane is stuck upon God looking a certain way and having certain teachings. God comes to us in many forms, many teachings.”
Kwan Yin
Driving “down east” yesterday, I was struck with the changing landscape. Since leaving home, I have passed through many terrains; from the hot, dry tropics of central Alabama , to the foothills, smoky mountains and green gorges of Tennessee and western North Carolina , to the sand flats of the coastal plains. I have met people of all colors, accents, and body-types. I have spoken with Christians, Jews, Unitarians, Buddhists, and Agnostics and found all of them to be interesting and intelligent. We have discoursed on writing styles, politics, world unrest, relationships, adult-children and many other topics. This has been a stimulating and enlightening trip simply because of the various experiences of people and place. I cherish the variety of life on ‘this earth plane’.
As Kwan Yin says, “God comes to us in many forms.” We can learn about the Creator by looking at creation—it is varied, multi-faceted, complex, and intricate. It is perfect in its multiplicity. We need not find fault with those who believe differently from us; who look different, or speak differently, or define God in different terms from us. That is how it is supposed to be. God’s desire to reach us means that God comes to each of us in the way we are most likely to understand. No one way is right and all others wrong.
I am headed to the coast today. I look forward to seeing God in the vastness of the Atlantic , the stretches of brown sand, the wildness of Ocracoke’s protected seashore, the historic sights, the wild ponies, and the cool ocean breezes. I will hold all of you in my thoughts and prayers.
Shalom,
Jane
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Enjoy that vast ocean and all the creatures in and around it, Jane. A quote I just read reminded me of you.
The author Charles Kingsley wrote: "I am not fond, you know, of going into churches to pray. We must go up into the chase in the evenings, and pray there with nothing but God's cloud temple between us and His heaven! And His choir of small birds and night crickets and booming beetles, and all happy things who praise Him all night long! And in the still summer noon, too, with the lazy-paced clouds above, and the distant sheep-bell, and the bee humming in the beds of thyme, and one bird making the hollies ring a moment, and then all still — hushed — awe-bound, as the great thunderclouds slide up from the far south! Then, there to praise God!"
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