Note: Thanks to Rev. Lynda, I have a copy of the sermon here if you would like to read it
This morning at Church, a topic was covered that I found to be extremely profound. Our reverand, Lynda Hodgins, asked the children “What do you mean when you say “God?” The general answer was a tall man, with a big beard, lightening bolts, a robe. These were all thoughts that I was well aquatinted with. This is what I used to believe. Or maybe didn’t believe. After all, I would have told anyone up till a couple months ago that I didn’t believe in God, because those were the images I had in my mind as well. Lynda continued to urge the children to view God as something bigger than that, something that really couldn’t be encompassed or explained by just one image. That piqued my interest, but the sermon to follow is what really hit me. The God You Don’t Believe In. Lynda conveyed the message that, most non-believers, when asked what they thought of when they thought of God, would answer something similar to that. That God was a big puppeteer, controlling life from far above in the clouds, waiting to judge every sin. Her response, was that she didn’t believe in that God either.
When I got home today, I wrote her this email, that I wanted to share.
Good Morning Lynda!I wanted to thank you again for that amazing sermon this morning. It really hit home for me.I wasn’t raised in a religious family. We never went to Church, and I always said I didn’t believe in God. The images you described today- the puppeteer, the man with the beard and lightning bolts, – That’s what I thought God was, and thought everyone who worshipped this image were nuts.What I did believe in was a higher power. Especially when I was out enjoying nature, I could just feel in my bones there was something more. I also believed in always following my “gut instinct”. Sometimes I had the feeling that I needed to do something, even if that something made no sense to me at the time. But inevitably, if I listened to that feeling, it always led me to where I needed to be. I always wanted to put a name on that feeling. Mother Nature? Karma? Universe? Nothing I thought of quite felt right.At some point in the recent past, and I couldn’t even tell you why, I had this idea- kind of like when the Grinch realizes Christmas isn’t just gifts and decorations- that God wasn’t a “person”. Wasn’t a man, or a woman, and didn’t live in the clouds, pulling the strings of life. Instead I thought, maybe, He was everything. Then, just like that, a light went off and I found the word I’d been looking for. God. God is everything. Simple as that!Once I let go of that perceived representation, and realized that, like you said, God isn’t one image, it all came together. Then I started reading books, and blogs about religion. I started coming to Church, and everything that was said, made so much sense! How did it take me so long to realize this?When you spoke today, about the God You Don’t Believe In, it brought tears to my eyes, because that was exactly the internal struggle I’d been having for the last 13 or so years. I wish I’d heard that message years ago.So, if you could, I’d love to have a copy of your message to read to myself, and maybe some other “non-believers”.Thanks again,Marie