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One God, Many Religions -- September 8, 2001

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On September 8, 2001 I had been at the Los Angeles County Fair in a building where churches of all religious faiths had booths to show items of their beliefs for all to see. For the most part people were friendly, open and caring for each other, except that one person had invaded a beautiful space presented by an Islamic Faith group with an open Bible insisting the Islamic People admit the Bible was superior to their faith. The Islamic leader at that moment grabbed my attention as the person most in line with the teachings of God who is known in Middle East Christian Churches as ALLAH as well and where Salaam is used for the word Peace. This of course was before I came out, but even today, I use this as a meditation and Lament over events of 9/11 which one part of me saw coming 17 years ago. Three days later when I learned of the 9/11 attacks, I reread this and cried for a long time.

 

One God, Many Religions

 

September 8, 2001

 

Many years ago, before the time of the Messiah, and The Prophet, and possibly even before the time of Grandfather Abraham, the Lord God gave three people of the same mother and father gifts by which to see and know Him.  To one was given the ability to see into the majesty of Heaven and see the beauty and magnificence of God and His works.  Another was given the heart and understanding to know the wisdom of God and His love for the world.  To the third was given the gift to hear the glorious music of heaven and earth and all the creatures within and upon.

For years, each enjoyed their gift, and each did their best to come and know God according to their gift.  One day though, God heard from afar that they had been quarreling about what He was, and each was claiming the others wrong in their knowledge of God.

 

So it was, that the Lord God came down and walked upon their fields and into the door of their house and sat at the table with them.  As the Lord God sat down, each cried aloud, “who are you stranger, and why have you come and sat at our table?”  The Lord God answered them in vision, wisdom and music.  I AM the Lord God who gave you gifts by which to know Me!  

 

The one whose gift was music was confused badly by what his eyes and heart did to the music in his ears, and he did not know or believe it was who the stranger said he was. 

 

The one whose gift was wisdom found his heart distorted and made un-trustworthy by the light and sound of the music. 

 

Likewise, the one whose gift had been sight, found his vision blurred and hopeless by the assault on his heart and hearing.

 

Each one then cried out “If you are the Lord God, give us each a greater gift to see and know you by!  The Lord God replied to them “How can I give you a greater gift than the one that I have already given you?   For indeed, I gave you each other!!  And the Lord God got up and left their house.

 

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This is more of a tale of the Jewish Talmudic style (it is nearing Rosh Shoshana after all) but Christians need moments to re-think even our faith in our lives.

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