Contrary to Hollywoodâ€™s fabled Santa Claus-like adaptations, there are oodles of contrasting depictions of an omnipotent presence believed to room overhead. The civilized world may be quick to subscribe to the likeness of a George Burns or Morgan Freeman, but indubitably any spurious deity embodies varied denominations and color. Be it Allah or Buddha, Yahweh or Brahman, most see god and heaven in their own image. My god is green.
First, let me clarify for any scientologists reading, that I am not referring to a soul-wrangling succubus from the Galactic Confederacy when I declare my god is green. There are no flying saucers or Reeses Pieces loving critters in this scenario. My god is not an X-Men character, nor does he hail from the forest. Furthermore, I myself am not green.
My god can be seen and touched by anyone and is known by many names. Cabbage, Scratch, Dough, and Moolah, are just a few you may have heard. My god, for all intents and purposes is your god, the almighty dollar. Sorta gives new meaning to the term â€œIn God We Trustâ€, donâ€™t it?
Unlike the â€˜standing room onlyâ€™ picture of a holiday house of worship, the god of green puts asses in the seats every day. We sit in traffic for him, we wait in line for him, we ride buses and trains and hail taxis to get to him. This not a matter of greed, but a matter of necessity. They say money is the root of all evil. I disagree. How it is used and how it is acquired is the determining factor in the equation.
Granted, you may have faith in a supreme being and an afterlife of spoils, but to forsake my god would be a first-rate contradiction. Without him, the world would be ridden with chaos. Adoration for a pie in the sky is mankindâ€™s prerogative, but dissension aside, my god has a unequivocal impact on society.
My god provides food, clothing and shelter. He lets me spend weekends worshiping sports stars and Sopranos. My god isnâ€™t angry and lets me keep the lights on. My god wouldnâ€™t ask me to sacrifice my first born or turn the other cheek. Minions of my god never touched me inappropriately in my youth nor do they judge me as an adult. My god heals me when Iâ€™m sick and takes me where I need to go. My green god makes the world go round.
Admittedly, my god is not perfect. He comes easy to some and complicates life for others. Itâ€˜s up to the individual how much and how often god occupies the brain. I find myself exceedingly consumed with godâ€™s greatness on the fifteenth and thirtieth of every month. There are times when I feel abandoned or would like more god in my life. When I yearn for godâ€™s grace, I visit his house or one of many altars heâ€™s afforded me throughout the community. Often times I have to wait in line because so many others need him as well. And when Iâ€™m overdrawn, god can really impoverish my soul.
WORLD - AN EDGE IN MY VOICE
Copyright © 2010 P. Silva
My God is Green
Copyright © 2010 P. Silva
About the WriterWant to write articles too? Sign up & become a writer!
3 comments on My God is Green
Rate This Article
Your vote matters to us