A cartoon in
a popular psychology magazine showed two guys sitting at a bar,
talking about Very Important Stuff, which we all know is what
one does in a bar.
One guy was saying, "My counselor is getting into to Reality
Therapy. Now he's blaming me for everything I do!"
There's no follow-up panel to show what the other guy might have
replied, but it reminds me of a conversation I had with a certain
"Father G," a priest and favorite friend of mine who
is also in the fellowship of AA.
"G," I said, early on in my recovery process, "I'm
not sure I can believe in this God of yours."
He surprised me by laughing out loud. "Nobody cares what
you believe!"
I was dumbfounded, but only briefly. Was this the way for a man
of God to talk? Especially one also recovering from a beverage
fixation?
Of course, as he explained and I now understand, what I believe
doesn't change anything. Whether I believe in God doesn't alter
the fact of His/Her/Its existence. In fact, it's grandiose of
me to think that my belief (or lack of belief) in any particular
thing or thought or being will change it. God-like, almost, isn't
it?
Sudden thought:
What if God has warts? Do I accept that along with the good stuff?
And who am I to say warts are bad?