need to tell you something about love.
Not that I'm expert, believe me, but
I've learned some things, I'm no prophet or
preacher but I've studied the Bible, I've done
my share of prayer, I've given witness, offered
my soul to Jesus, read Holy Scripture,
delivered sermons, served as an acolyte
and watched God's breath whisper across altar candles,
passed out communion wine in tiny
plastic chalices, dropped the body of Christ
onto the waiting tongues of those seeking
redemption, I've eulogized the dead, hugged
those who were losing God, witnessed the
holy spirit blossom from the lips of
my mother when the insistent urge to live
vanquished.
God is not a judge. She is a not
a malevolent, vindictive god any more
than she is one of those dumb nodding
velveteen dogs you see in the back car window,
bobbing at every passing car. She's not
into guilt trips or sin or any of that stained
by the Mark of Cain crap. She doesn't believe
in Original Sin or the birthright of evil.
She believes in redemption because she
knows it's hard enough to find salvation
in this world. She believes in sex and the
divine laws of the physical universe,
the wondrous tantalizing senses, beauty,
she wants you to enjoy yourself in this world.
That's why she made potato chips and
Sugar Babies, the summer solstice and
fireflies, mangoes and avocados, fingers
and elbows and lips. God is a precious
song, a prayer, a sacred poem filled with the
pagan stuff of life. God does not care about
the little things, all the wicked mind machines
we carry in our heads. She does not want us
to wrench ourselves into knots over
indiscretions or the pleasures of the flesh,
over wine, over desire, over the
contradictions of petty moralities.
She wants you to love yourself, to accept
yourself, to breathe and eat and love,
to dance and make music, as we entered
the world, naked and unashamed and
holy.
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