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My God is Green

by P. Silva (writer), NYC, May 30, 2007


Contrary to Hollywood’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 “In God We Trust”, don’t it?

Unlike the ‘standing room only’ 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 mankind’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 isn’t angry and lets me keep the lights on. My god wouldn’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 I’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. It‘s up to the individual how much and how often god occupies the brain. I find myself exceedingly consumed with god’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 god’s grace, I visit his house or one of many altars he’s afforded me throughout the community. Often times I have to wait in line because so many others need him as well. And when I’m overdrawn, god can really impoverish my soul.

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By Ron on January 06, 2008 at 07:24 pm
I'm converting from the god of sex to your god of money right now as the currency of the realm is, well, the currency. On second thought, I'll keep the god of sex and have two gods, sex and money.
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By Kerry on January 11, 2008 at 02:53 pm


Go Vegans!!

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By Edward on May 11, 2008 at 03:15 pm

And the politically correct color these days.

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