A Chat With God On High Street

OK, so its a Friday afternoon in May. You’re walking
down High Street in Columbus and you bump into
God.
He announces that He needs to talk to a reasonable person
about a couple of things that are giving the Creator of the Universe
headaches.

“I’m not sure how reasonable I am…” you start to say. But He is not in
the mood for immodest self-deprecation.

“I thought this country was a step ahead of the rest of the
world
when it comes to appreciating what freedom is all about. Isn’t
this the land of the free and the home of the brave?”

The Grand Poobah of monotheism reminds you that for centuries now, She
thought she could send her huddled masses yearning to be
free
to the country that in its infancy, wrote a Bill of
Rights for its inhabitants.

”So what’s this bull going on in Arizona?” She demands.
You are a little taken back at the idea of God swearing. You don’t bump
into God too often on High Street and your a little intimidated by His
angry tone.

“Well…” you start to say… But He interrupts you. “And when I
gave you this world to live in, I didn’t hand over the deed or give you
permission to crap it up!
What the hell happened in the Gulf
of Mexico?”

Now, you are starting to sweat. Why did God stop you for this
conversation? What the heck is God doing in a human form walking around
the Short North? Why isn’t He communicating with the masses in a great
metropolis like New York? Why isn’t He trying to speak directly with a
holy person in the Vatican, Mecca or Jerusalem?

“Do you know how many millions of living creatures, large, small and
molecular that I, not you, created who are going to die in the coming
days?
You people just can’t resist gambling with a sensitive
ecosystem to get at your precious oil.”

Your feeling a bit defensive. Why is She laying all this on you? You are
only a middle management bureaucrat heading home for the weekend, but
you suddenly feel like you have to defend a lot people who you don’t
like enough to want to defend!

Meekly, with humility, you offer, “We’re doing our best. Yes, sometimes
we really screw up. We’re not gods ya know….” Oh God, I spoke up to
God. You worry that you are about to become a bit of urban grim.

Actually, She’s seems a bit calmer now for your opening a mouth. But you
can tell the anger is simmering just under the surface.

God looks up at the sky and sighs. “It was all so clean when I gave it
to you. Let me ask you something. Do you live with dirt and filth in
your home? Or do you try to keep your house clean?”

Sounds like a reasonable question. We certainly have created a bit of
waste in this world. Point made.

“If there was a possibility of exposing your family to toxic chemicals
 50 feet below your backyard, would you dig it up so you could have a
swimming pool? How come My backyard, My oceans, My beaches, My extended
family of living creatures matter less to you than your family or
personal home? Isn’t the world YOUR HOME TOO? Don’t you get it Buckeye?
You guys just keep crapping up the world for yourselves and the living
creatures I also gave this world to."

You know that your own face is a bright red at this moment. You’re
ashamed. But you feel safe. He may be pissed off, but you have no doubt
of the mercy and compassion of this Eternal Source of Love and Justice.
The two of you stand looking at one another, communicating in silence. 

“Do me a favor, “ She asks. “This weekend, think about the fact that
while I blessed this country in countless ways, I never, ever
told you guys that you are better than any other country, or any other
people on this Earth.
I’ve made it clear to every patriarch,
matriarch, messiah, prophet and loving child of Mine who has looked up
into the sky or sat quietly silently trying to understand My ways…..
Each of you is precious to Me. Each of you contains a bit of Me inside
of you. Each human life is sacred. You have no right to hate one
another or violate another human being because his or her presence in
your country might mean that instead of have excessively more food and
wealth than 90% of the world population you’ll only have, Me-Forbid!
just what you need.”

Who knew God could be sarcastic?

She gently puts Her hands on your face. A feeling of warmth and comfort
flows through your frame. “Thanks for listening. Have a good weekend.”

You want to laugh, cry, dance, hug and celebrate this amazing moment. A
gentle reply of “You too.” is all that comes out of you. You both take a
few steps in opposite directions. You really hate for this encounter to
end. You turn back to take one more look. “Hmmm…. where did She go so
fast?”

People pass you on either side. Who or what are you looking at?

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About Mitchell S. Gilbert

Mitch Gilbert is a social worker, writer, and religious educator. A native of Brooklyn, New York, he has done community development work in Washington DC, Cleveland, Akron, Vancouver, San Francisco, and Las Vegas. Mitch earned a BA at Brooklyn College (CUNY), a Master of Science in Social Administration degree from Case Western Reserve University. In addition, Mitch has done graduate studies in Jewish tradition, history, and culture at New York University and the Jewish Theological Seminary of America. Mitch serves as a volunteer Jewish chaplain in a state prison and a senior adult residential community. In addition to writing/blogging, he an avid volunteer and political activist.
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