Help God Help You
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His energy is boundless, His presence magnificent. People cower at the very sight of Him and yet, His kind, loving manner suggests He doesn’t even notice. And looking east toward the Himalayas or west at the great Pacific, one readily acknowledges that the Lord God Almighty is truly the master of all creation. He has an amazing body of work of which to be proud. And you wouldn’t think for a moment that the divine being seated across from me, sipping His double-dirty Chai Tea Latte, faces a daily struggle.
But you’d be wrong.
We often take for granted the mystery that constantly unfolds around us. Trees. Canyons. The cosmos. Yet, curiosity forces me to question the elephant in the living room: “All this in seven days. How do you do it, Father?”
God smiles sadly, placing His hooks on His Starbucks cup, carefully lifting the drink to His lips. Yes; God, maker of Heaven and Earth, has no hands.
It is a stunning sight. “You know, I’ve never thought of myself as disabled, per se. I prefer to see myself as… differently abled. I can do many of the things others can.” Then He smiles coyly, adding, “And a great many things others can’t.”
“But you have no hands,” I interrupt.
“But I have no hands,” He agrees, nodding sagely.”And I’ve always been this way. And though I completely accept myself as I am, it would be really cool to have opposable thumbs.” And what’s stopping Him? He is creator of all that is seen and unseen, after all. “Cost. My insurance doesn’t cover it. Pre-existing condition.” He sighs, and looks at the curved implements that rest in his lap. “These are okay, I guess.”
I watch God attempt to pick up a slice of Reduced-Fat Blueberry Coffee Cake, only to watch it crumble down His shirtfront. “I’ve done a lot of stuff with these. I’ve learned to really do some detailed work,” He says, staring at the crumbles. And what’s the hardest part? “I just get all bottled up sometimes, thinking about how much better looking I could have made you guys, you know? Or I look at some of my early creations and wonder what the heck I was trying to do?
“And then if I don’t watch it, I cycle down from there.” He stares across the cafe, lost in thought. After a moment he whispers, “Damnit, platypus.”
God doesn’t ask for much. And he’s given us everything. Won’t you take a moment and give something back?
Help God get hands.
