What is The God Project?

As Jews we chant the Avot v'Imahot, and we pray:

....God of Abraham, God of Isaac, and God of Jacob,
God of Sarah, God of Rebecca, God of Rachel, and God of Leah...

It would seem that we could cover it by praying to "the God of our ancestors," but Midrash teaches that we pray this way to acknowledge that each patriarch, each matriarch, and each person has a unique and special relationship with God.

One God and as many relationships as there are stars or grains of sand.

The more I meet with people, those who believe in God and those who do not; those who talk with God and those who fear God, the more I wonder about those relationships. And I wonder how many of us have taken the time to think about the personal relationship we have with our God.

So I am collecting stories. My project is called: The God Project. I will share it with you. I am amazed already by the stories I have received.

Tell me please:
Who is the God that you believe in or don't believe in? Is this God male or female? Where does this God live? Does this God hear your prayers? Know about the intimate details of your life? Care about them? Does this God answer you? Direct you? And if so, how?

What were you taught about God as a child? And how has this belief changed, if it has? As you grow older, does your relationship deepen or fade? When did you feel closest to God? When did you feel abandoned, if ever?

How do you pray? Or talk with God? Do you ever question God? Or are you ever angry with God?

I am asking these questions of people of all faiths. Sometimes we allow religion to separate us and alienate us from each other. But the belief in a Divine Being, God for us monotheists, or the non-belief in this Divine Being, but a belief in a Power Greater Than Ourselves, seems to unite us as a whole, as beings of a greater Oneness.

During these times of tension in and on the planet, isn't it comforting to find those things that can unite us in loving kindness and respect for our fellow planet dwellers than looking at those things that divide us and bring us to war.

My hope with The God Project is to seek peace and understanding. Will you contribute your ideas and thoughts to this project? And if you do, please tell me if I can use your name, or if you are contributing anonymously.


Note: Speak up. Send me your thoughts on the glue that holds the world together. You belief in God or non-belief?
Email me at NatureRabbi@gmail.com.
When you do so, let me know if I can attribute your post to you or if you wish to be anonymous. Join me in this project, please.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

You ask me to comment on who is my God.

My God is the spirit that moves us to be aware of the miracle of life.
It's the force that makes us want to live fully, find a useful role, serve others, love unconditionally and understand that we need to make the most of our time on this earth.
Prayer helps to find our way.

Louise Brown

Saturday, February 27, 2010

A spiritual seeker

My early upbringing taught me God was a man, sometimes to be feared and you better be good or else! My adult upbringing is to think for myself and I believe God is a spirit of some type who I pray to and who cares about me. After Rabbi Ann's class I saw another light that perhaps Jesus is "godness" like we all are. Still mulling that one over. AND, now I'm thinking that god in me answers my prayers. So-o- much to think about!!

by Maggie Revere

From a hospital patient

The only thing I am sure of is that I am not sure of anything.

David M. Childress

Thoughts of a Professed Atheist

The Life Force has always been and always will be.

Although it exists because we exist, it does not change, only we change. We join it when we are born and leave it when we die. It is the power that connects all living creatures on this planet, and perhaps in the universe. Tikkun olam is one manifestation of this concept.

The Life Force is a blessing and a responsibility. It brings joy, and occasionally sadness. It is that which prompts us to offer assistance when needed and to grieve when dreadful things happen beyond our ability to help.

What has always bothered me is that some people find it easy to injure and to kill. Nor can I understand depression and suicide, unless one is terminally ill. Is the Life Force somehow interrupted or damaged? It's as if those people are missing a vital piece of themselves.

This morning, I went out into the backyard to give the squirrels their usual breakfast of raw nuts in the shell. I watched them pick up the nuts and examine them, turning them round and about with those incredible little hands. Then they dash up the tree and I hear them crack open the nuts with their tiny sharp teeth. If that isn't enough to make someone recognize the joy of life, I don't know what is.