“God is spirit…”
“I’ve been wanting to ask you a question, God, but I don’t know if you’ll be offended,” I said as I climbed onto the porch swing.
“Try me,” God said.
I got settled in and gave the swing a gentle push to start it swaying. “I love you and I trust you, but I don’t know what you are. So that’s my question. What are you?”
“That’s a good question,” He answered. “And I’m not offended. I don’t have a body, even though people speak of me as if I do. I’ve been described as spirit and as love—the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. I’m all of those things but more than those things. I am God.”
“Yes, I know you are God. I am not questioning that. I’m questioning what you are made of.” I explained.
“You don’t have the capacity to understand what I am,” God said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I made you that way. if you could fully understand me, you’d not appreciate the world I created for you. You’d not be pleased by the beauty of the sunset, or take delight in the sights and sounds of a thunderstorm. You’d not be able to fully enjoy the miracle of birth or appreciate the profundity of death. You’d not be happy here on earth if you were able to fully understand me. So instead, you understand me through what I’ve created for you,” God explained.
“Will we ever be able to understand you fully?” I asked.
“No. But when you leave your body and return home, you’ll experience my love more fully than you do now,” God said gently. “When that happens, you won’t question what I am. You’ll be happy to simply bath in my Light and in my Love.”
I allowed the swing to come to a stop and I closed my eyes. I sat there, still, in the quiet of the late afternoon and appreciated that God was there with me, even if I was not able to fully understand what God is.