10/30/2018
I was thinking about God as I sat in the back of the car on Saturday.
I don’t remember exactly what I thought, but here’s a little:
- Church is supposed to be God’s house, but I don’t feel him there. God’s not a homebody. I see God in nature. I see God in old people and in children. I see God in my friends.
- It’s okay for life to end––the only reason we tell stories of heaven is because we’re too afraid to not exist.
- When we’re buried in the ground, we return as the trees and the grass; we make beautiful landscapes, and those are their own, better forms of heaven.
- Mass cannot be created or destroyed. We are recycled one way or another, so when someone’s smile or a certain other something reminds you of someone you’ve lost, it’s because that part of them was recycled and found its way back to you.
