What if I end up with nothing? What if, after I’ve scraped through all the layers of religious bullshit I discover that the whole thing we call God is made up of layers and layers of collective longings that something greater than ourselves exist?
See the trouble I am in for letting God out?
While God is in your pocket, doubt is easy to handle, ‘cause every odd now and then you can feel God moves (probably trying to get out...), or make God move, it’s your decision.
But the moment you let God be God, the mystery kicks in, faith steps up and doubt changes into a whole different ball game.
Or maybe that's the real discovery. Underneath the layers there is indeed nothing. God is not waiting behind the curtains of religion.
Like Elvis, God has left the building, for good.
God moved on a long time ago.
The early followers of Jesus believed that the Big Curtain ripped in half the day Jesus died. A sign that religion could not keep God in. God does not live in houses and temples made by man.
Why then did we feel the need for more curtains between us and God if God is not going to wait behind them?
I’m starting to think that the journey is not taking out the junk. That’s just the preparation for a bigger adventure. After the trash is taken out, the real search begins.