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HOW TO HELP YOUR GOD MAKE FRIENDS John Backman Seat your god gently in a sandbox with her favorite toys. Step back. Let her look around, get acclimated. When you know she’s ready, ask your friend to place his god several feet away and see what happens next. Don’t fuss or intervene; just observe for now. They’ll settle into parallel play for starters. Soon you’ll see that furtive exchange of glances, the hesitant offering of a shovel, a stegosaurus. Before long, they’re playing together: minarets may appear, shrines and stupas, mangers for baby gods—invisible to you but not to them. Suddenly look: like magic, with no warning, your gods begin to look like each other. Savor their softer edges, their babble, the worlds they create together, how each evolves in the other’s presence. Forget about theology: No one makes this happen. It just does. Simply watch in awe or, even better, do what your gods are doing: enjoy.
(My thanks to the poet, via Braided Way.)
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The allowance is striking, that despite our difference in belief, our inner gods, buddhas, brilliance are all the same. I love this poem for its playfulness.
Forget about theology. (And doctrine and catechisms and the word belief.)