I commented after her post that what came immediately to mind for my six-word memoir was:
Who weeps for God? I do.
And here's why.
In November 2007 I read a quote by the Hindu mystic, Ramakrishna, that I have thought about every time I read or hear a report about global warming and endangerment or loss of species and natural places - all those things that make noise in my brain and from which sometimes activism and sometimes meditation provide the slightest relief. Ramakrishna said:
People shed a whole jug of tears for wife and children. They swim in tears for money. But who weeps for God? Cry to Him with a real cry.
I don't want to go too deeply into who/what I believe God to be, but for me She is, first and foremost, The Artist. With the radical damage that mankind is doing to the glory of this creation, well ... talk about the tormented artist!
Doesn't it twist with the mind to refer to God in the feminine? Far from being de rigueur or even politically correct, using She rather than He in reference to God still sounds affected, as if the sole purpose of calling God She is for shock value alone. I have difficulty with it, mainly because I have father issues and -- even at my age -- the thought of God the father (or even the priest as father, and I'm not Catholic) is a comforting trap for me.
So in the last few years I've worked on this concept privately. It irked me that I'd been conned into thinking of God as a guy when, innately, I knew better. A breakthrough came when I remembered the childhood bedtime prayer that my mother taught Nel and me, the one she learned in Christian Science Sunday School when she was a small girl. It begins:
Father-Mother-God, loving me . . .
I realized what an open Godview framework I'd been given as a child and it freed me. Later, when I read The Bhagavad Gita with Chapter Eleven's mindblowing cosmic vision that framework opened wide, in spite of the Lord-of-lords male slant that seems minimal compared with the whole awesome vision of God (Krisna in the Gita) portrayed there. (Some famous reflections on The Bhagavad Gita, by Einstein, Albert Schweitzer, Aldous Huxley, Gandhi, Thoreau, and Jung, among others can be read here.)
In my lifetime the world shrunk. "From sea to shining sea" once seemed a vast entitlement of riches and enrichment. Now we're arguing over the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, and Mike and I have placed The Nature Conservancy in our wills in hopes of making the preservation of The Last Great Places our legacy. I hate this season each year when around 200,000 baby Harp Seals are clubbed to death for their fur on the Canadian ice (I boycott fish caught in Canada for this reason). Black bears are being poached in the U.S. for their gallbladders by Asian hunters -- they're running out of bears over there. Frogs are in great peril, and the honey bee also.
And the polar bears, oh the polar bears ...
Thus, in my meditations and sometimes late at night just as I'm falling asleep I find myself weeping for God instead of praying to God. My heart sort of flutters and it's then that I know God knows.
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