I want to blog about God

I want to blog about God, not the God of Islam, not the God of Hinduism, not the God of Judaism or the God of Christianity. But the Creator of all things – “God”. The creator of earth, the ant, atoms and my heart, me.

I see any living or non-living elements here on earth and I see the creators master piece. The state of perfection without any flaw. I know I am just flesh and blood and I know I am mortal as a man. But I am also part of his creation and I am part of his masterpiece.

His work astonishes me and awes me to bewilderment. Only human beings have been gifted by God the uniqueness of identity. Only humans are given the power of reasoning. Each human being have a unique identity locked inside their DNA codes, fingerprints and iris. If we humans are not special then why give us this gift? – there are more than 7 billion unique DNA codes walking the face of the Earth as I blog right now.

I am a human and I am a creation. But I also am a soul. I understand that only the creator directs his creations. You are born into families and traditions of Muslims, Christians or Jews which God chooses for you. Your race you are born into is also decided by the Creator. You are born into his creation as you are. You are not given the choice to choose how you will look before you arrive here on earth in the form of a human being.

The following are extracts from the beyondmymask.wordpress.com blog ;

If you know anything about comics this is a very simple question. They wear masks to conceal their identity. If no one knows who they really are they can’t be hurt. They hide their weaknesses, their desires, their hopes, their dreams, the things that expose them, that make them human. If the world knew who they really were they would become vulnerable. They could be hurt. Their weaknesses would be exposed, the one’s they love would be exploited and used against them.

Is this so far off from my own story? I wake up each morning, put on my mask, then try to convince the world that I am significant, that I can not be hurt, that I am someone to be admired. I put on my best smile as I take on yet another task to prove my value and my worth. I do everything I can to be the person the world tells me I should be. I dress the way I’m supposed to dress, listen to the music I’m supposed to listen to, say thing things I’m supposed to say. I’m “loved” and “accepted,” as long as I keep doing these things. Then it’s time to go home and take off the mask, but I’ve worn it for so long this time I’ve forgotten what I look like without it. It takes a little prying to get off, is it even worth the effort? Do I want to know what is under there?

Truth is I am a little afraid to look. What if I’m too broken, a wasteland of who I could have been? I’ve done too much. I compromised too many times. There are parts of me that are shut off, withered, desolate. To let anyone in I would have to sweep up the ashes and wipe away the cobwebs. It’s safer to just leave it on and keep up the illusion that I have it all figured out. That way I don’t get hurt and I don’t hurt anyone else. And in the midst of all this turmoil I hear “I know what you really look like and I love even more for it.”

God took the time to imagine and create every cell, quirk, blemish so that I would be exactly who I am. ”But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God? “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?’”(Romans 9:20). How many times have I yelled this at God, angry and hurt because I couldn’t see why he made me the way he did. I couldn’t see the love he poured into my creation. I couldn’t see the purpose he planned for me. I’ve come to the crossroads that we all eventually find ourselves at: Do I continue to try and be someone I was not created to be or Will I let my perfect and loving God show me who he made me to be and why he thinks I’m special?

So here it goes. I’m embarking on a journey with my creator to see the beauty behind his design. With fear and anticipation, I take one step to discover what’s beyond my mask.

Author: ecloudy

I live in the United States, meditate, do Zen and help people find meaning to present day religious conflicts. Read my opinions (on religion) to find out how I changed my thoughts on life, religion and God - sharing my knowledge and life experiences with you, now doing so living in a country which destiny chose for me.