The sober, hard-nosed, post-modern, scientifically-trained Steve says,”NO! Get outta here! Leave me alone!”
However, the creative, playful, almost child-like, fun Steve says, “maybe…”
Maybe my mom and dad are watching me from beyond the grave. They see both the good and bad in my life. They see the fruits of their actions when raising me– almost like a karmic thing.
Maybe there is an impersonal God, something like the Tao, that if I tune into it, my life will flow. I will groove. I’ll be like Ty Webb (Chevy Chase) from Caddy Shack or Maynard G. Krebs (Bob Denver) from The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis. I will learn to play tenor sax…
Maybe there is a personal God. Uh oh, this is sticky territory for me. I still have a lot of unresolved issues around my Dad and Christianity. I must tread lightly here. What would my ideal personal God be like? He would rejoice in good works IF they are truly from the heart. He wouldn’t get hung up on what brand of religion you practice and would be cool with atheism too. I am not sure he would have a hell. If he did, it would be temporary and the condemned would be able to redeem themselves with so many eons of community service.
Maybe there’s an angel? I have never considered this one before. What would my angel be like? Would they be male, female, unisex..? Would I be sharing my angel with other people? Would I get jealous? Then there is that beautiful Hendrix song…Angel- Jimi Hendrix
Hendrix? What if Jimi is looking out for me from the beyond! This is some supernatural voodoo I could get behind. This gives me a deep soulful feeling. This will be my guilty little secret I will carry with me while navigating a world of atheists and Christians. I will be a parishioner of the Sky Church!
©2016 Stephen L. Martin
Photo: Jimi Hendrix by Gered Mankowitz 1967