This morning I was cleaning spam from my inbox when I came across an email that made me stop and think. The subject line had one word: God. To my knowledge this is my first email from the All Mighty unless you count Bill Gates. He sent me one about winning a trip to Disney World if I forwarded his message to as many friends as possible. Microsoft has sent me a few things too and I’ve received fake emails from the IRS. It makes sense that our Creator is online, since He’s everywhere. (Hopefully He’s in North Korea…He can take some time away from being ever present with me…and apply that extra time to North Korea and I’d be OK with it.) Do you suppose He gets spam for Viagra or weight loss pills?
So I looked over into the preview pane of my inbox and read the message. It said, “I think you will enjoy the bible verse. It really inspired me today.” Here’s what it said: Col 3:23: “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.” The message was perfectly timed because I was multitasking. However, I was getting ready to stop and check Facebook. Not sure that our Heavenly Father would want me to check in on social media during business hours. So I ignored the impulse and made another sales call.
For a minute I felt special. God took the time to send an email solely to me. This wasn’t a message that had been sent to a big email list. It didn’t say at the bottom that I would be blessed if I forwarded the message to fifteen friends within two hours. (Good thing, because I don’t have fifteen friends, but He already knew that.) The font used in the email was Times New Roman. How appropriate. I liked the message so I kept it in my inbox…unopened.
My friends are spiritually diverse. Some believe our path is predetermined by God, end of story. I don’t know that I like that version. It’s so confining. To me that makes God more like a puppet master. He’s the Jeff Dunham of the heavens. Controlling us all like José Jalapeño on a Stick. Adam, meet Eve…Eve…meet Adam and his friend … Peanut. Life is a stage and we are merely players…with a hand up our… Come to think of it there is a hand up there, but it isn’t the creator’s. It’s the I.R.S.
Others believe that life is just a series of random events. So in the beginning there was an explosion and then a few million years later…after an extended warm humid spell…there was algae…that algae grew into something with a brain and opposable thumbs that invented the wheel and harnessed fire…fast forward to 2013 and we have evolved even more. We’ve invented things like disposable towelettes soaked in antiseptic that kill 99% of all bacteria and algae. Evolution was good in its day. We just don’t want anything evolving on the tile in our shower.
A couple of people I know think we were put on this planet by aliens. They always site the same evidence as proof. The building of the pyramids could not have been accomplished without the help of a space ship for guidance. The other link they commonly refer to is the series of geoglyphs or Nazca lines etched into the floor of the Peruvian desert. I think those are very cool and definitely took some skill, patience, and coordination. You can tell they were created in a time when our opposable thumbs were used for more than controlling a joystick or typing on a smart phone, but I’m not sure they tell us we came from the final frontier. We invite our alien friends to our Christmas party because they are great conversation starters. Putting them in a small group with our Catholic and Jewish friends is fun. We bottle the fireworks and use them on New Year’s Eve.
Some of my friends have more of a hybrid approach to spirituality. They believe life is free will intertwined with a path. It sounds like lives are similar to Second City. As if we are all God’s private improv troupe. So every culture is a sketch in the main show. When a society evolves into a truly unique culture they are spun off to headline on their own. It’s a little like the way Wayne’s World was spun off SNL…except real. Not sure what happened with the Inca’s. Maybe they got a little too full of themselves and started writing to please only the idols. That caused them to lose touch with the Main audience so they were canceled. I’m ok with that theory on life provided our culture doesn’t sink to the lowest common denominator. That seemed to be way improv acts devolved the show when I worked with them in the comedy clubs. Based on the popularity of The Bachelor, The Kardashian’s, and NASCAR …we’re nearing the end of our run. In the clubs, if you were nearing the end of your set the club manager would shine a flash light at your eyes from the back of the room. It was very subtle to the crowd, but the performer saw it. We called it, getting the light. When you’re at the end of your set on earth God gives you a light too. His is whiter and not so subtle.