Does God believe in me?

 

 

 

I cannot say that I believe in A God.  I believe there is a universal force that I hope is God, and one that understands me.  

But does God exist? If it does and created everything, then how does God handle Mars, or a Neanderthal, when they roamed the earth, or a tiger or a maggot as they prowl for their next meal, or an acorn as it becomes a tree, or anything that just lives?  If God created all creatures, then how does God deal with them?  

The religious programs I hear all talk about a God that is very selective, dealing exclusively with humans.  And passing judgment on this human population with some rules and laws that define what is right and wrong, based on a concept of good and evil.  A subjective concept at best and a flawed concept when taken in the whole of all God’s creatures.

Look at the snake, or the jackal, the polyp, or the virus.  They act as they act with no thought of right or wrong, good or evil; they just act to survive.  But why? The notion that we are all God's creatures, as taught in Sunday or Saturday school leave much out of the whole picture.  We are the only creatures that judge and punish.  All other creatures live their lives in pursuit of their needs with no judgment.  A hyena eating a zebra's remnants that were left by the lion does not feel any remorse.  The vulture that dives in and grabs a piece of meat doesn’t feel like a bad thief. 

The antelope that gets caught and killed does not feel sorry and beg for its life after it is caught.  They all seem to know that they are part of everything, and even in death, they serve a purpose.  I imagine that somehow they sense a bigger picture than humans don’t.  I think perhaps we are not the brightest, most aware species.   I watch a butterfly emerge and fly off, seeming to know where to go with no training from a mom or dad.  I’ve watched turtles hatch in the dunes and slither their way to the sea without any lessons.  Yet we are so reliant on others in our formative years, and we study how nature works as though we are at the top of the list.  Nature doesn’t study us. It seems to know what to do without those right/wrong, good/bad, God-fearing laws to keep them in check.   We have found it necessary to fabricate imaginary idols and stories to answer the question we cannot, as we search nature for the answers.  Religion puts an end to our wonder of nature by corralling our minds and spirits into silos of beliefs that were passed down and written in small, palatable stories so we could digest them. We are not the brightest species. If we were, we would already know how to live our lives, like all the rest of nature.