I believe that the God that you believe in non-existing, that God that allows evil, does nothing when innocents suffer, lets injustice rule, I don't think God believes in that god either.

It doesn't sound that you know what God your guy believes in. I wonder if your guy knows. Could be that God arranged for him to meet you to shatter his religious dogma with your pain. Dunno. But I hope it'll be interesting for all three of you. So to stir a pot, at a risk of getting this post zapped, may I offer a different vision of God

from Deena Metzger's, Prayers for a Thousand Years

God, in Your form of Beauty, be with us.

May our hearts be broken. May our prayers be sufficient to feel the heartbreak of God.

We want to be God in all the ways that are not the ways of God, in what we hope is indestructible or unmoving. But God is the most fragile, a bare smear of pollen, that scatter of yellow dust from the tree that tumbled over in a storm of grief and planted itself again. God is the death agony of a frog that cannot find a water in time of the drought of our creation. God is the scream of the rabbit caught in the fires we set. God is the One whose eyes never close and who hears everything.

Even if nothing can be fixed, let the vision reconstitute us through a pinhole in time and space - a vision of the lonely God carrying the burden of universal sorrow. Let us take Her in our arms. Let us stroke His temples.

These are our tasks. Let us learn the secret language of light again. Also the letters of the dark. Learn the flight patterns of birds, the syllables of wolf howl and bird song, the moving pantomime of branch and leaf, valleys and peaks of whale calls, the long sentences of ants moving in unison, the combinations and recombinations of clouds, the codices of stars. Let us, thus, reconstitute the world, sign by sign and melody by melody.

Let us sing the world back into the very Heart of the Holy Name of God.


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