Our ideological fighting about religion is silly. I dare say more: on the level of discourse on which one can say that any obstacle in the process of Creation, any wrong of the world, or the world’s very suffering is the suffering of God, this fighting is painful to God.
God is far grander than our squabbling on how to define His indefinable self, how to pronounce His unpronounceable name, what rituals to use in worshipping Him, how to circumscribe the cosmology of this uncircumscribable world or to explain its origin from our admittedly limited, human perspectives. I am convinced He doesn’t care. God is all this, in every true and deep-running way we feel a part of All—and He is more than that.
It doesn’t matter how we talk about God, whether we talk about God at all, only how we live Him—It, Her, All. What I know, feel to the very depth of me, experience as the most intimate personal relationship with God, another experiences perhaps as something else, and that’s as fine. That’s as good to God in the fluidity of Creation because Creation lives in Him, and He in it. What I call “God” may be experienced by a Christian through His Word become flesh in a Jewish carpenter named Yeshua, or by a Muslim through His Word heard by an Arab herder named Muhammad, or by a Humanist through a tireless cultivation of all that is proudest and noblest in the human spirit, or by a scientist through an all-consuming inquiry into the wondrous complexity of this multi-dimensional universe—all of it leading deeper and deeper into the comprehension of the ultimate interconnectedness of all things, from which ensues our ultimate universal value: Love.
In the face of the multitude of paths, perceptions, thoughts, and faces of good people of the world, I used to think what mattered was love, and those who called it “God” had deluded themselves because they needed someone to pray to. And I thought rationality would triumph some day in humanity, and religion would die out.
And now I’ve seen His face in the same sky that I used to see when it was faceless to me. And I’ve come to think this: God doesn’t care what we call Him, how we pray, or whether we pray. He cares how we love, for He is Love.