Good Day, God
Many years ago, it came to me that we (all humans) were prodigals — which I just learned means wasteful. In this story which Jesus tells the prodigal was a younger son who asked for his “share” of his inheritance and set off to a far land and wasted it all. Reduced to feeding pigs (a horrible fate for him culturally) he resolves to go home and be a servant in his fathers house. Only to have his father run toward him — rejoicing that he was “found” and alive. And the father restored him to once again being a beloved son. I was feeling very much like the prodigal child myself then. I had just recently “become” a “Believer” in You, God as loving Father and in Your Love! Alas, I did not become even a bit aware of all that I did not know!
In wanting to write this blog I would have been happier if I could have found an image of a Mother embracing her child . . . even a mother animal with her young would better convey the incredible love and compassionate heart that You have. Alas, our culture has encourage dominance — by the male of our species — thus limiting You to Father. I had no idea how that culture had affected me until a month of so ago.
One day — just to vary the routine — I began to pray Our Mother, who art . . . . and found to my stunned amazement that my image of You as a Mother was dramatically different from my image of You as a Father. Of course, God, my images are just that . . . my images. Still, I had no idea they were so DIFFERENT.
You as Father — were content to stay up in Heaven — You as Mother materialized inside me! And then activated everything all around me! Not only that, but You were eager to be ASKED for HELP. Apparently, our “asking” is somehow much more important than I realized. Your LOVE and FORGIVENESS washed through me. Along with a deepening realization that I NEEDED all of that.
This morning I read a piece by Garrison Keillor in which he talked about how on Sunday his church preached the risen Lord while the Unitarian church down the street heard a sermon on recycling. But how despite this difference “we get along very nicely — and why? Because we’re older than we were. The pride of possession of the Truth diminishes; the urge to share the sunshine succeeds it.”
So here I am God delighting in the sunshine. Becoming oh so slowly more aware of the MYSTERY of Life — and Death — humbled . . . or slowly embracing humility. A wasteful child upon a beautiful planet. Grateful . . . and happy to be here now.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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