God and I have a pretty simple relationship.
I ask nothing of her and she asks nothing of me.
Nothing!
There are no strings. No conditions at all.
God doesn’t even require me to believe in her.
And I don’t, really.
Yet she is truly the God I love,
and, faithful to the old commandment,
I shall have no other gods before her.
She is the air I breathe.
In her I live and move and have my being.
To her and her alone I happily entrust my living and my dying.
She has held me tenderly and faithfully from the very start,
and sometimes, in moments of deep joy, deep distress or deep stillness,
I catch her fragrance and feel afresh her blissful, ineffable touch.
Selah.
