ramblings

Yes, I believe in Gods and Goddesses. I see you on the street everyday. I see God working things out, figuring out how to do human life. Clearly Goddess hasn’t got this figured out yet. There is still too much pain in the world to believe in a divine plan.

For, God is manifest in the homeless addict that I sat next to at the bus stop last week. Goddess is manifest in the grossly obese woman who ate a ‘super-sized’ breakfast next to us at Burger King yesterday. God is manifest in the woman whose car has broken down in front of my house and who is struggling to get it running so that she can get to her new job in Salem. Goddess is manifest in my transgendered 60 year old friend who is worried about breast cancer. God is manifest in the settlers being evicted from Synagogues in the Gaza Strip and Goddess is manifest in the soldiers carrying them away. God is manifest in Cindy Sheehan camped on the roadside in Texas and Goddess is manifest in George Bush cloistered and protected in his Texas ranch. God is manifest in my gay neighbor and his beautifully tended garden and home and Goddess is manifest in the rambling yard filled with second hand toys and too many children that I drove by on the way to the hospital yesterday.

I see Gods and Goddesses everywhere. If I believe in God, then I must also believe we cannot be anything but equals in this great equation and experiment of life that God set in motion. I must believe that we are all equally manifestation of Goddess. And it is an odd toss of the historic dice that has concentrated gives religious credence to George Bush’s actions that kill and maim and concentrate wealth in the hands of a few while ignoring the pleas of Cindy Sheehan, a grieving mother, who camps out along a roadside. Mr. Bush does not have access to divine will any more than does Cindy Sheehan. It is each of us who must choose our actions in the world. Why do we allow our president to ignore her? Why do we continue to allow the wealthy, the male, the heterosexual able-bodied person to so dominate our culture and economy? I think we are all on a highly addictive drug called conspicuous consumption, affluence and comfort. We don’t question the status quo because the status quo is too comfortable for too many of us.