the package that God comes in

The knowledge of God has subsisted, whether as fact or fiction, since the beginning of our time. Men will dispute whether or not there was such a thing as a “life force” who ushered forth matter, breath, and interactive souls, within the period of six days, six eons-or, alternatively-who’s “presence” has no correlation to human life whatsoever.

However, despite the numerous internal conflictions, it may be agreed that it’s permanence in the minds of men is proof enough of its legitimacy within what could be called the “spiritual” component of humanity. Had it been a passing idea, some nonsensical revelation experienced by a doped up guru, or something practiced only by a minuscule, isolated, and socially upset tribe, the notion would have been easily contradicted, criticized, and forgotten. It would have been studied as some strange psychological phenomenon, something either too deep, or too utterly simple, for average comprehension.

Yet, the impression has survived, through every generation, in every culture, within every heart, through each beat, each breath, each new generation. There has existed the innate knowledge of something “out there”, something to be accredited and worshiped; from pagan sacrifices to Catholic indulgences. The component within us, identified as chi, OM, soul, immortality, conscience, the Holy Ghost, whatever name men have christened it with, there is always its undeniable presence; an aura which outlasts the aging body, the weakening senses, and the cycle of problems that we constantly experience. Even to the grave, experiencing finally the physical death that all will suffer in the moment least expected, we feel the presence, the light at the end of the tunnel. More than myths, these spiritual flirtations we dabble in involuntarily speak to us. We all worship something-money, celebrities, the perfect body, our significant other, food. We must look to something, if not up, then side-ways, down, beneath.

Yet, there are perceptions that encompass this immortal portion, which are the theoretical primary colors for the unending part of ourselves. These may be summed up as goodness, courage, hope, and love. They are petrified within the old fairy tales, the white knights, and the age-old glorious idea of good triumphing over evil. It is a spirit which whispers to one of such a time to come; that idea of Heaven, and what it takes to reach everlasting joy and peace and paradise.

And that, my friends, is what we work for. A heaven on earth. Jesus himself instructed us to pray the words, “Your kingdom come…on earth as it is in Heaven”. We are searching, racking our brains, skinning our spleens to find that climax of pure joy, which can be classified as a heavenly achievement. That level when we are finally satisfied, and have no more need. We create, invent, profess ideas of what the next step to that heaven is. where is it? how far must we search?

Have we found it? It seems, folks, that we are all still searching.

Or perhaps, it is right there, staring us in the face.