I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk, or a snooze in the sunshine.I don’t want enough of God to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant.I want ecstasy, not transformation.I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth.I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
I've been watching All in the Family on what I call an "old people's channel." Since I was too young to remember anything about it if I ever watched it, I thought it was basically a sitcom with people yelling at each other. But watching it for myself, I found a lot of sweet moments. "Maybe rain is God's way of baptizing the whole world." I heard Edith Bunker say that, and I find myself thinking of it on rainy days (of which Asheville has had more than its share this year). Maybe all the things we think we need to do aren't really that important after all. Maybe God loves us enough to keep trying to inspire us to believe. Maybe God sprinkles that love on us every time it rains. I'd like to believe that anyway.