Interview with God

Every single journalist and writer on the planet dreams of landing that one special interview for their newspaper or magazine article, or for that novel they’ve been working on for years but haven’t quite finished it.  It was tough getting mine, but I was finally granted a few minutes by the Big Guy Himself to ask Him some questions that have been laying heavily on my mind and my heart lately.  Even though He is extremely busy, He was kind enough to slow down for a bit and listen to my concerns and answer a few of the questions that have been nagging me for a while now.  I hope you enjoy the outcome as much as I enjoyed interviewing Him.

Me:  Thank you, God, for spending a few minutes with me.

God:  My pleasure, Glenda.  It’s always an honor to spend time with one of my children.

Me:  I know you’re busy, so I won’t take up a whole lot of your time, just enough of it to ask you a few questions.

God:  Go ahead and ask.

Me:  You’re aware of everything that’s going on down here on earth, right?

God:  Of course, I am.

Me:  About the pandemic?

God:  I’m aware.

Me:  Why haven’t you stopped the virus from spreading and killing so many innocent people?  Surely, you’ve heard the cries of your children pleading for your intercession.

God:  I know this might not be the answer you’re looking for, but what I’m about to say is accurate.  I allow people to be put into positions of authority to handle situations such as a pandemic, but if those same people fail to do what’s expected of them and act accordingly to do whatever they can to protect my children, that’s not really my fault, is it?  Afterall, I trusted them to do the right thing.  Yet when they didn’t, sadly enough, everyone is quick to lay the blame at my feet.  And let’s face it, the majority of the population failed to do their own part to help with the dire situation, yet they all wish I would or could just glide in and clean up the mess that they made.  You think I don’t hear and see the bickering about rules, guidelines and regulations that were put in place by those in charge who knew what they were doing and how to handle a situation like this?  Even the tiniest of things to ask, like wearing a face mask, seems to be a hardship or an inconvenience for them, or as I keep hearing them say, an intrusion on their rights.  And here I am thinking that the mask was a sign of caring about their fellow man.  Silly me, right!

Me:  Can we talk about the subject of authority for a second?

God:  Sure.  What would you like to know?

Me:  Your word tells us that we should subject ourselves and respect governing authorities because no one is placed into those positions without your approval.

God:  That is correct.

Me:  Does that mean we should respect and obey those governing bodies even when we know they’re wrong, or corrupt, or acting with criminal behavior or against the American people?

God:  Glenda, my suggestion to you is that you refer to your Bible and reread that passage over and over again until it sinks down deep into your heart because I honestly believe that a lot of my children are misunderstanding it at this point in time.  Because I also said, “but if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain.”  My word is my word, and there is no changing that.

Me:  I don’t understand.  Are you saying that we shouldn’t respect and obey?

God:  That’s not what I’m saying at all.  Of course, I don’t expect you or anyone else to love or respect abhorrent, criminal, corrupt, or questionable leadership, regardless of who the person is in charge.  But you do need to obey and follow the laws of the land and always do what is right, no matter how hard it may be.  I’ll take care of the rest.  That isn’t for you to worry about.

Me:  But, Father, I just get so angry over everything that’s happening right now.  I’m frustrated, confused, and scared over all the injustice I’m seeing, all the fighting and harsh words between friends and families, all the severing of friendships and relationships, all in the name of politics.  It’s all so heartbreaking.

God:  It’s okay to feel all of those things in a time of uncertainty and turmoil, Glenda.  Afterall, you’re human and I instilled those emotions in you when I created you.  What matters is how you handle those feelings and what you do with them.  It’s best to never let them get out of control or get the best of you, because if you do, then you’re no better than the others who can’t, or won’t, cage their own demons.  Now, let’s talk about you.

Me:  Me?

God:  Yes, you.  You know I see everything you post on Facebook, right?

Me: (feeling somewhat embarrassed) You do?

God:  I do.

Me:  And?  Is it wrong?

God:  I love it when you share the pictures and videos of animals because I know how much you love them.  And some of the jokes are really corny, yet funny.  But the unpleasant stuff, the posts that you know might anger or inflame another, not so much.

Me:  Everybody else is doing it, too.

God:  And you think that gives you a free pass?  If everyone else climbed the Empire State Building and jumped off, would you follow them and jump off as well?

Me:  No, of course not.

God:  Tell me, Glenda, why do you do it?  I know you and you’re so much better than that.

Me:  To make my voice and feelings heard.

God:  Why does that matter to you?

Me:  Because I want people to know where I stand and how I feel.

God:  I’ll ask again.  Why does that matter to you?

Me:  I have a point to make.

God:  What is that point?  That you don’t like Donald Trump?  That you don’t want him to be reelected?  I feel confident that anyone who knows you, they already know that by now; therefore, you shouldn’t keep posting negative things.  Focus on the good, the uplifting, messages of hope and love.  Those are the important things, especially during a time like the present.  The only stance you need to be worrying about is where you stand with me.  You don’t need to publicly continue to display your dislike for him.  You’ve said it, you’ve been heard, and frankly, Glenda, enough is enough.  Sharing a news article is one thing because it can be informative to those who may not be aware of a certain situation, but sharing posts that are degrading or demeaning, that’s not at all like you, and it’s unbecoming for a child of mine.  You’re much too kind to be doing stuff like that, and to be quite frank, I’m a little disappointed in you.

Me:  Are you politely telling me to knock it off?

God:  You read my mind.  Listen, Glenda, I know you’re frustrated and sad and unhappy, with a whole bunch of other emotions thrown in the mix, and that’s okay because you’re not alone, and experiencing those emotions only tell me that you truly do care.  But what difference does it make to publicly repeat over and over how you feel and where you stand?  That’s your business and it should stay that way.  If you truly want to make a difference and work towards making a change, there is one thing you can do for sure and it’s much, much more important than sharing Facebook posts.

Me:  What is that?

God:  Vote!  That’s where you make your voice heard and your choices known.  The system is in place to allow people like you to choose who they want to run their country.  Not by saying so on Facebook, or Twitter, or any other social media platform.  So, continue playing your games, read your news, and mind your own business.  Don’t worry about what others are posting, or who they’re supporting, or what they’re saying.  They’re responsible for their own actions, and you are responsible for yours.  To coin your phrase…you do know how to use the scroll button, don’t you?

Me: (Laughing) Yes, I do.

God:  This is a time when all of my children should band together and lift each other up, not tear each other down.  This is not a time to differentiate between being a Democrat, Republican, Liberal, Conservative or anything else in between.  It isn’t about the color of one’s skin, or their sexual orientation or anything else that makes them different from others.  It’s about loving and caring about one another in spite of their differences.  Lift your voices in prayer and be heard, because I am listening, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.  Those who proclaim to be my children yet participate in hateful, judgmental posts and/or exchanges of words, tearing others’ down or making fun of them, are horribly misguided, and are acting in a way that tells me they’re not really my children.  Words are cheap, actions speak.  My children revel in bringing peace and love to the earth and to their fellow man, and that’s what I want you to focus on from this point forward.  No matter how angry or upset you get, no matter how badly you want to share that questionable article or meme – refrain from doing it.  Trust me, you’ll be much happier in the end knowing that you did the right thing.  You can keep sharing those animal pictures though.  They’re adorable and I look forward to seeing more of them.

Me:  I feel like I just got a lesson in self.

God:  I prefer the term, awakening.  Continue to stand strong and pray without ceasing.  It’s okay to mourn for your country and her inhabitants, but I promise you, it will get better in time.  Keep your chin up and don’t forget whose kid you are.  Spread passion, not hate.  Show love and compassion, not disdain.  Be understanding regardless of how hard it may be and always be mindful of the feelings of others.  Use your tongue, and your words, wisely.  By following these few simple rules, you’ll never go wrong, and you’ll be a better person for doing so.  And most importantly of all, remember that I love you – always and forever.

I guess you can say—–I got schooled!

Until next time…

Take care and God Bless!

Glenda