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Hallelujah Anyway

So elsewhere I’ve been drawn into, for the X times infinityest time, yet another discussion about God. You know, the ones that go…

Is He this? Is She that?
Is God’s “morality” thin or fat?
Does He wear a halo or a hat?
Does He care if you crush a gnat?
Can you see Him?
Could you be Him?
If He tells you to kill your kid
Would you do what Abraham did?

All the usual suspects show up
With all their suspect notions.
Some come to sell you a Bible.
Some come to sell you a potion.
Some come to sell you a bottle
Of the very best Atheist lotion.

In short, when it comes to God — as we learn in the Holy Book of Dylan — “Everybody wants to get you down in the hole that they’re in.”

Me? I’m a believer because… well because I’ve really got Nothing Better to do. That’s because measuring myself against even the smallest, most finite, and bounded idea of God I can conceive I’m about gnat size in relation to that. I wish others saw it that way, but among the smart monkeys most of us think of ourselves as some sort of gigantic intellect — at least in comparison to, say, a clam. Interesting that the “intelligent” who are long on stupidity are always short on humility.

The point is that smart monkeys like us are, deep down, stupid and shallow in anything that even starts to compare us to the Creator. At best we’ve been granted a small, dim sense of the shadow of the afterimage of Creation and are forever limited to that. We cannot go beyond it. For us there is no outside looking in. We simply don’t have the wetware.

For many this vague, haunting sense is such an insult to their monkey mind’s ego that they cannot endure the humiliation. And so they deny what little light they have and turn, turn away. It’s futile of course but so many now are so afflicted that they find, with each other, small and cold comfort in numbers.

It’s a shame that in this brief Grace-granted glimpse of the Immense Light between a sleep and a sleep that so many shut their eyes to the unfolding Miracle of each Moment, and think, poor little monkeys, that since none of it is about them none of it needs to be seen as it is — glorious, compassionate and indifferent. They actually think … no “believe”… that the Creator should not be beyond their good and evil; that the moral life of Creation should reflect our dim and limited mind.

Given the Gift they use it to curse the Giver.

Poor fools. Poor prideful fools. Poor little limited semi-smart monkeys. Pick a fight with God? All their puny arms together are still too short to box with God.

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

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  • Barbara October 29, 2017, 8:04 AM

    Mere thanks are not enough to convey how so perfect this post is for me today. God does work in small ways to answer the larger question; I found that out just now. God bless you, Mr. VanderLeun.

  • pbird October 29, 2017, 10:32 AM

    Probably your best, as far as I can figure it.

  • Julio October 29, 2017, 12:41 PM

    What they said……thank you Sir.

  • Jewel Atkins October 29, 2017, 1:57 PM

    After all the mocking and ridicule, what does the atheist offer the world? Nothing. And it is by design. Their nothingburger argument is crafted from a beef with God. Their beef is neither rare nor well done, which is why they generally work in the medium of television.

  • Eskyman October 29, 2017, 7:57 PM

    Leonard Cohen first moved me to tears when I was cold and alone, far from my home. I had just joined the USAF, back in 1967.

    His songs guided me and gave me comfort all through my life; and now he continues to touch me, though he has now gone to his place- very high, in the Tower of Song.

    Thanks for posting this, Mr. Vanderluen. I needed it.

    (For those interested- Amazon has the DVD of this marvellous tour, and others. Highly recommended!)

  • Denny October 30, 2017, 10:52 AM

    I haven’t seen ghost and his bad ass superhero yet? He must be on vacation.