What are the images of God we all have in our minds? What is our relationship with Him, and how are these two things related? How often do we update that image in light of our experience, the reality of our faith journey, and our relationship with Christ? For most of us, it is not often enough.
My relationship with God has not always been what it is now, and I have had to reach out and reconsider who I am and how I relate to God on many occasions. Going through some of my old journals, I found the following notes on my different, evolving views of God as I have grown from a child to the middle-aged (old) man I am today. As I re-read these, I realized that this journey of faith is a road of relationship and recognition. I hope that in sharing these, you will be encouraged to examine your own images of God.
My Images of God
My Grandma’s Friend: The Unreachable God.
God, My Friend: Her Friend is my Friend too.
God the Uncaring Friend: Do You even care?
God the Observer: Do You think this is funny?
The Absent God: Not because of You.
The Bank Teller God: Take your number.
The God of Mercy: My Lord cares.
I have learned that you can look inside and outside yourself trying to fix and understand everything wrong with us and the world, but both approaches are faulty because they take Him out of the equation.
He wants to guide us to Himself, to be fully in His love and mercy. Every day He uses every possible way to let me know He loves me and is present, walking with me by my side. He uses situations and people to acknowledge my actions, ideas, and desires, and yes, also to admonish me when I do not do right. He uses my past to help shape my present, so I may have a blessed future with Him. He uses my experience, the fullness of who I am, to help others along the path. I know that it is Him because there is no way this is just me. He uses all of me because He knows the real me. He has always known me, always been with me. Before I was here, He already knew me, just like my dear old Grandma used to say to me as a young child. I’m glad to be like that young child again. When I go to Mass, I feel like I am visiting, yet again, with the One who cares for me, with the One who loves me. When I sit by the Tabernacle in His chapel, I feel His presence and fall to my knees, tears flowing. I recognize You! Oh Lord, so many years have gone; how much have I missed You.
Let us pray: Open our eyes, Lord. Help us to see Your face. And that as we continue to grow and evolve throughout this life, we may be able to relate to You always. Amen.