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My Dear Children (and believe me, that’s all of you),
I consider myself a pretty patient God. I mean, look at the Grand Canyon. It took millions of years to get it, right. And about evolution? Nothing was slower than designing that whole Darwinian thing to take place, cell by cell, and gene by gene. I’ve been patient through your fashions, civilisations, wars and schemes, and the countless ways you take Me for granted until you get yourselves into big trouble once again. But I really want to let you know about some of the things that are starting to upset me.
First of all, your religious rivalries are driving Me up the wall. Enough already! Let’s get one thing straight. These are your religions, not Mine. I’m the whole lot; I’m beyond them all. Every one of your religions claims there’s only one of Me (which by the way, is absolutely true). But in the very next breath, each religion claims to be My favourite one. And each claims its holy books were written personally by Me, and that all the other books are man-
Okay, listen now. I’m your Father and Mother, and I don’t play favourites among My children. Also, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t write at all, I’ve always been more of a doer anyway. So all of your books, including those holy books, were written by men and women. They were inspired, remarkable people, but they also made mistakes here and there. I made sure of that, so that you would never trust their written words about me more than your own living heart.
What you seem to forget is how mysterious I am. You look at the petty differences in your holy books and say "Well, if this is the truth, then something that is different just could not be true." Not so, My children. Instead of trying to figure out My Paradoxes and Unfathomable Nature, which by the way, you never will, why not open your hearts to the simple common threads in every religion?
You see, one human being to me, is worth more than all the holy books in the world. That’s just the kind of God I am. My Spirit is not an historical thing, it is alive right here, right now, as fresh as your next breath.
Holy books and religious rites are sacred and powerful, but not more so than the least of you. They were only meant to steer you in the right direction, not to keep you arguing with each other, and certainly not to keep you from trusting your own personal connection with Me.
Which brings Me to My next point about your nonsense. You act like I need you and your religions to stick up for Me or win souls; for My sake. Please, don’t do Me any favours. I can stand quite well on my own, thank you. I don’t need you to defend Me, and I don’t need constant credit. I just want you to be good to each other.
Two things I don’t get at all worked up over are money or politics, so stop dragging My name into your dramas. For example, I swear to Me that I never threatened Oral Roberts. I never rode in any of Rajneesh’s Rolls Royces. I never told Pat Robertson to run for president, and I’ve never ever had a conversation with the Pope, Jim and Tammy Bakker, or Jerry Falwell (Of course, come Judgment Day, I certainly intend to…...)
And, by the way, I wonder why you keep thinking I’m male or female. I really have no need to belong to one particular gender, reproducing myself that way being rather out of the question. I gave you all that sexual energy for your enjoyment. It was meant to be one of my most beautiful gifts to you, I wanted it to enhance your love for each other and I’m still amazed how some of you try to involve Me every time you have problems with it. It’s yours now, it’s too late to give it back and I don’t care what you do with it, but you really could have more fun if you didn’t take it so seriously.
The next thing is, I’d like you to stop thinking of religion as some sort of loyalty pledge to Me. The true purpose of your religions is so that you can become more aware of me, not the other way around. Believe Me, I know you already. I know what’s in each of your hearts, and I love you with no strings attached. Lighten up and enjoy Me. That’s what religion is best for.
You know what I’m talking about: Love and respect everyone. Be kind. Even when life is scary or confusing, take courage and be of good cheer, for I am always with you. Learn how to be quiet, so you can hear My still, small voice (I don’t like to shout). Leave the world a better place by living your life with dignity and gracefulness, for each one of you is My Own Child. Hold back nothing from life, for the parts of you that can die surely will, and the parts that can’t, won’t. So don’t worry, be happy (I didn’t borrow that line from Bobby McFerrin, Who do you think gave it to him in the first place?)
Simple stuff. Why do you keep making it so complicated? It’s like you’re always looking for an excuse to be upset. And I’m very tired of being your main excuse. Do you think I care whether you call me God, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, Wakantonka, Brahma, Father, Mother or even the Void of Nirvana? Do you think I care which of My special children you feel closest to, Jesus, Mary, Moses, Buddha, Krishna, Mohammed, or any of the others? You can call Me and My Special Ones any name you choose, if only you would go about My business of loving one another as I love you. How can you keep neglecting something so simple?
I’m not telling you to abandon your religions. Enjoy your religions, honour them, learn from them, just as you should enjoy, honour, and learn from your parents. But do you walk around telling everyone that your parents are better than theirs? Your religion, like your parents, may always have a most special place in your heart; I don’t mind that at all. And I don’t want you to combine all the Great Traditions in One Big Mess.
Each religion is unique for a reason. Each has a unique style so that people can find the best path for themselves. But My Special Children, the ones that your religions revolve around, all live in the same place (My heart) and they all get along perfectly there, I assure you. I wish your clergy could stop creating a myth of sibling rivalry where there is none.
My blessed children of Earth, the world has grown too small for your pervasive religious bigotries and confusion. The whole planet is connected by air travel, satellite dishes, telephones, fax machines, rock concerts, diseases, and mutual needs and concerns. Get with the program! If you really want to help Me, then commit yourselves to figuring out how to feed your hungry, clothe your naked, protect your abused, and shelter your poor. And just as importantly, make your own everyday life a shining example of kindness and good humour. I’ve given you all the resources you need, if only you abandon your fear of each other and begin living, loving, and laughing together.
I do love each one of you. I’m not really ticked off, I just wanted to grab your attention because I hate to see you suffer. But I gave you free will, so what can I do now other than to try to influence you through reason, persuasion, and a little old-
I really Am, indeed, I swear, with you always. Always. Trust in Me.
Your One and Only,
The original writer (well that was God...... )…. I am very happy to acknowledge Bo Lozoff as God’s co-
NOT COPYRIGHT AS FAR AS I KNOW
This version has been adapted from Bo Lozoff’s Letter from God with full acknowledgement to him and of course God (who doesn't worry about copyright anyway)
God’s Letter to All
I found this some time ago on the Internet .... the thoughts and how they were expressed struck a chord in me. They reflect my own view of what my Higher Power seems to be like for me, how my Higher Power sees things and how it reflects my reality that there really is only one higher power that loves and cares for us all . . . . . Regardless of what we name it or how we claim to know it.
The original writer (well that was God...... )…. However I am very happy to acknowledge Bo Lozoff as God’s co-