I was at Louise Hay’s “I Can Do It” conference and during one of the meal breaks, my friend Lee Horbachewski and I joined a couple of women we had never met before for dinner.
When I asked one of our new dinner mates how she was enjoying the conference, one of the women said that she was surprised that it had so much ‘God’ talk.
She thought it would be more ‘spiritual’.
That made me think ….
Isn’t it the same thing?
When did I become comfortable saying God?
I have said ‘God’ comfortably all my life…. but there was this ‘blip’ of a few years where I didn’t know what to call God. It was the strange concoction of the aftermaths of 911 and my own spiritual awakening.
As a child I always knew God to be one God of many names.
From my mothers’ teachings, I knew there was no hierarchy between our religions. I understood that our methodologies were different but our essence was the same.
911 brought a lot of dark insinuations about the Islamic faith and the ignorant ones annoyed me (especially one particular world leader). I would talk about God, our collective God, and some would be surprised that I could be so blasphemous as to include my ‘war-monging’ God with their ‘justice’ God.
I tried to explain that God was only Love.
Then, as I deepened into my own journey, I wondered if the term God was too limiting and perhaps too jaded… So I called that which I knew to be God by some new names like ‘the Universe’ and ‘Spirit’ and other lovely renditions.
Then one day, while meeting with my Airdrie Tribe, I heard my Shaman friend Deb Gibbs say casually to the group, “When I was talking to God the other day…” Whatever else she said didn’t matter. All I could feel was my discomfort of her ‘talking to God’.
She could have said talking to Spirit and I wouldn’t have been ruffled. But God???!! Come on…that’s just plain …um… Rude? No, that not it…..Um… Blasphemous? No, that’s not either…hmmm… Egoic? Bingo!
The truth is all the conversations that I was having in my heart were with God. And that name that I found once too limiting was actually so expansive that I couldn’t dare utter those words.
As my Airdrie Tribe and I gathered week after week and shared our own openings and aha’s, I became de-sensitized by the magnitude of God ‘out there’ and more entranced by the magnitude of God ‘in here’.
I started saying “When I was talking to God this morning…” and that felt right. Because I was.
I took notice of the discomfort of some family members when I would say things like that but, it didn’t affect me because I was in right language.
So as I reflected on my dinner mates observation, I noticed that I wasn’t the only one who had traded in the other synonyms for God. Heart leaders everywhere were talking the same thing.
We took the religion out of God. As God is the All. The Everything. The Everyone.
We returned to God.