We are all finding our way home.

You know how people talk about God like it’s a masculine thing?  He’s this big entity sitting up in the sky, watching, judging, and deciding who’s good or bad? Well, I don’t see it that way.

God isn’t some faraway king (or queen) on a throne. God is right here: in the trees, in the wind, in our laughter, even in the space between us right now. God is the spark inside every living thing, scattered across the universe like pieces of a puzzle that we’re all trying to put back together.

Everything was whole before stars, planets, or life as we know it; one brilliant, complete existence. Then, in an instant, it shattered; not in anger or punishment, but to begin something new. Every fragment became something else: planets, rivers, birds, you, me. And ever since, all of existence has been trying to find its way back together again.  And when we die, we don’t vanish; we return to the cosmic dance, our essence merging with earth, air, and light.

That’s why love feels so right, why kindness and connection feel like home. We put the pieces back together whenever we reach for one another, listen, laugh, or hold hands. We remember that we were never really separate, to begin with.

I know that people have all sorts of ideas about God. Some say there’s only one true way to know “Him.” Some say you must follow strict rules or believe certain things, or you’ll be lost forever. But when I look around and see all the different people in the world with different languages, different histories, different ways of finding meaning, I can’t believe that only one dogma has it right. That wouldn’t be love, would it? That would be a trick, a game where only a few get to win. I reject that notion. I believe truth is too big, too wild, too beautiful to belong to any one person, one book, or one tradition. Truth is like the ocean; wild and deep, and every river returns to that ocean.

When I was younger, I studied the history of religion. Christianity wasn’t always the way it is now. It started as a 100 small household churches around 100 years after Jesus died, each with their own ideas and stories about Jesus and what he meant. Over time, some ideas were pushed aside, some were rewritten, and influential people chose bits and pieces as the “official” version. Now, that doesn’t mean there’s nothing true in it. It just means that religion, like everything else, is shaped by history, by human hands, by human hearts, and by human fears. And if something is genuinely divine, shouldn’t it be bigger than human history? Bigger than the decisions of rulers and councils and old books?

I listen, learn, take in the wisdom that rings true, and leave behind anything that feels small or fearful. Because God is love, and fear has no place in it. God is truth, and truth should never be afraid of questions.

Some people find comfort in strict beliefs. The world is big and uncertain; having something solid to hold onto can make it feel safer. But I have always loved the mystery of it all. The way every answer leads to another question. Science and spirit aren’t enemies but two different ways of looking at the same great wonder. 

So to my friends in Facebooklandia, the Metaverse, don’t be afraid of questions. Don’t be scared of not knowing. The searching, the wondering, the reaching out, that’s where the magic is. When you feel lost, do the most straightforward and authentic thing: Be kind. Love fiercely. Help in situations that require help. Listen deeply. Every time you do, you’re helping to stitch God back together. And for me, that is the holiest thing of all.