The Hand of God
“I do not busy myself with great matters, with things too sublime for me.” Psalm 131:1
Faith or reason? Reason or faith?
This prompt (No. 998) asks me to invent a new religion that combines all of my philosophies and beliefs. “What is it called, how does it work, and who follows you into it?”
Would it be lazy for me to call it the Catholic Church and leave it at that? Or the one, holy, catholic and apostolic Church? I don’t think so. And as I delve deeper and deeper into my Faith, I am drawn inexorably to the following two conclusions (among others):
- Christ has blessed me, individually, and humanity, collectively, with a beautiful, mysterious and profoundly simple Church; and
- While it is a uniquely rewarding endeavor to plumb the depths of Faith, the endeavor to create a religion that is truer to my philosophies and beliefs truly is “above my paygrade.“
If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, then it was meant to be. If it doesn’t . . . . But what if that something is a moment in time? Or an opportunity? Or a careless word?
My mind was still hazy as I swayed over the toilet, emptying an unusually full bladder. Ok, so it’s not unusual for me. Besides my throbbing headache, I didn’t have much to remind me of what happened last night. How many nights have I lost to that beast? How many girlfriends? Jobs? Friends?
I didn’t even remember waking up. Did the alarm go off?
Stumbled through the morning routine. Shit. Shower. Shave. Bleed. Brush. Bleed. Dress. Inspect the bare cupboard. Cuss. Drive to Mickey D’s.
I finally stumbled into work. Funny looks, side glances. Occasional gasps. Then I noticed the nametag on my door. NOT my name. NOT my door. How could I forget? That question was quickly replaced by, “how do I get out of here without being seen?”