DOES GOD EXIST?
I heard, recently, that every time I make the Sign of the Cross, I affirm that God exists in relationship. God is revealed in personal relationships; in community; in the interactions of individuals, one in
the service of the other.
God lives in each one of us. The actions and words which express LOVE are always divinely inspired. Now and then, we are given the grace to recognise the Spirit active in our own lives and in the lives
of those around us.
Lives sometimes nourished by prayer. Sometimes not.
Lives sometimes inspired by scripture. Sometimes not.
Lives sometimes lived religiously, devoutly. Sometimes not.
But somehow, we intuit the desire of God: we receive the love of God and we respond.
We make visible the invisible God. God exists.
We don’t have to name God or prove God or classify God. Simply, by being human, we are vessels of God’s love; we are conduits of God’s actions; and we reveal God.
I recall one moment. Lonely, depressed, parenting three young children, mostly on my own,
I curled up on my bed. “I need you, God”, I prayed.
“Mum,” my 4 year old said. “Not now,” I replied.
“Mum,” he whined. “Later,” I said.
“Mum, it has to be now,” he cried.“What is it?” I relented.
And he crawled up beside me and hugged me.
God-with-skin-on. God exists.
I know a young adult who, several times a day, and not always at his convenience, stops what he is doing and helps his older, less-able brother to read and send texts, and respond to friends on Facebook.
God-laying-down-his-life. God exists.
I see a young man helping a pensioner put his rubbish bin down at the roadside; prune his trees; weed his garden; stack his firewood and listen to his stories.
God-washing-feet. God exists.
I may not be able to understand how God‘always was’ but I can rejoice that God ‘always is.’
the service of the other.
God lives in each one of us. The actions and words which express LOVE are always divinely inspired. Now and then, we are given the grace to recognise the Spirit active in our own lives and in the lives
of those around us.
Lives sometimes nourished by prayer. Sometimes not.
Lives sometimes inspired by scripture. Sometimes not.
Lives sometimes lived religiously, devoutly. Sometimes not.
But somehow, we intuit the desire of God: we receive the love of God and we respond.
We make visible the invisible God. God exists.
We don’t have to name God or prove God or classify God. Simply, by being human, we are vessels of God’s love; we are conduits of God’s actions; and we reveal God.
I recall one moment. Lonely, depressed, parenting three young children, mostly on my own,
I curled up on my bed. “I need you, God”, I prayed.
“Mum,” my 4 year old said. “Not now,” I replied.
“Mum,” he whined. “Later,” I said.
“Mum, it has to be now,” he cried.“What is it?” I relented.
And he crawled up beside me and hugged me.
God-with-skin-on. God exists.
I know a young adult who, several times a day, and not always at his convenience, stops what he is doing and helps his older, less-able brother to read and send texts, and respond to friends on Facebook.
God-laying-down-his-life. God exists.
I see a young man helping a pensioner put his rubbish bin down at the roadside; prune his trees; weed his garden; stack his firewood and listen to his stories.
God-washing-feet. God exists.
I may not be able to understand how God‘always was’ but I can rejoice that God ‘always is.’