The day that I found her stranded in her car, one of the things she said to me was that she had just started attending church the day before. She had prayed that someone or some THING would come into her life to help. She repeated this to Jessica later that day. To be honest, I don’t know how much of that was factual and how much of it was something she said to help gain our trust. People who are street savvy learn some of the things to say to gain trust. It’s part of their survival. Religion is always a way (in my cynical viewpoint) for people to gain trust. Of course, to me it didn’t matter. What mattered were those kids.
The other day, a friend of mine from within the WordPress Community sent me a message. She said she was thinking of our family and praying for us. She then disclaimed it by saying that she didn’t know if I was religious, so to please insert whatever word would make me feel more comfortable. I replied that it didn’t matter what I thought. What matters is that she offered up the word and action that was most important to HER. Because of that, it carried weight and meaning.
Every once in a while, though, people do ask me what I think of God. Whether I believe in Him or not. I am fairly certain that my answer never pleases anyone, no matter their belief. The truth is, I don’t know that God exists and I don’t know that he doesn’t. Even less pleasing to many, I’m sure, is that to be honest, I don’t give it a lot of thought. It is time consuming and from what I’ve seen, the discussion alone seems to defeat His purpose. I can tell you that if God exists, there are many times that I’m not a fan. And then there are other times that I am. What I *do* try to do, however, is live a compassionate, loving, giving life so that when I leave this world (wherever I may end up after), it will be left better than it was when I found it.
So, when people tell me they’re praying for us or sending their thoughts, or that God is working through us to change the lives of those we come into contact with, I’m never bugged. It never bothers me. For one thing, they may be right. However another reason is that I know that in the mind of the person saying it, they are paying the highest form of respect that they can. And THAT’s what means something to me.
But if God exists, and he IS the God of Love, the God of Compassion, or the God of “the least of these” then I am honored to be a vessel through which His will be done.