Who the hell is God?

GOD UNABLE TO ATTEND MEETING

So, if you were to look for God where would you begin? My initial idea was to go along to the local Anglican church and meet with the Vicar. But then it struck me that this was maybe the wrong way of approaching the task. If meeting God was the aim then surely the most logical first step would be to set up a meeting with God that allows us both to forgo all the religious interference that to me seems to serve more as a barrier than a bridge to God. But without some kind of religious process how do I arrange a meeting with the almighty?

In the end I simply set aside an hour at the end of the day in which I mentally invited God to show up. Maybe my assumption that God would somehow hear that invitation was a bit of a leap, and I know a lot of people would say that my invitation for God to turn up at my request was pointless because why would God show up for me? But then my answer to that would be, why not?

So that night in the silver glow of the moon I climbed up to the roof of the little Indian house where I’m currently staying. Under the stars yet still bathed in the staggering heat of the day, I sat and waited.

One hour is a long time to sit alone with nothing to do but wait. Nothing to read, nothing to listen to, nothing to write on- just 60 minutes of nothing but waiting. I wondered if maybe I ought to say something out loud, but I didn’t want this to be at all a religious experience, this was a meeting, simple as that. So I sat there looking at the mountain, listening to the distant voices, car horns and people, and looking at the stars. I’ll confess, it was pretty boring.

At the end of the meeting God hadn’t shown up, or at least not in any form I was able to identify. I wasn’t overly surprised, nor was I disappointed. I was tired though, the long day and the heat had used up my energy and I was ready for bed. I always knew the question I am asking had no easy answer.

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