The God who wanted to be a man
My God
You created us from the powder of Your star dust,
with always two parts, like the two sides of a road,
the two walls of a conduit where life is bouncing from one side to the other.You loved Your creation, for Your creation is an expression of Your love.
But You didn’t want to love Your love without hope.
You didn’t want to leave Your world with the feeling of being abandoned,
like a child without a father or a mother.
Giving us life was not enough.
You wanted to give us more than life.
You wanted to show us that death is not all that is at the end.You came to us, transformed into one of us,
to show us that God needed to be a man too,
that man, with his fragility, his limits, his incompleteness,
his aches and his joys,
his life is worthier of living than that of a god.
God’s eternal life would be nothing without our life.
Worthier because, in spite of being stardust and fleeting beauty,
in spite of his finitude,
he can still know that at the end there is no end.At the end there is no death but resurrection.
At the end of the darkness there is light.
At the end of his humanness a God will wake up from death and He will say:
“How it felt good to be a human.
How it feels good to be a God.
How it feels good to know that tomorrow…
Tomorrow…
I’ll be
a man again.”
The Man Who Wanted to Be a God
I’m a man, I don’t know much.
I wish there is a God, and at the end I will just wake up and say,
“How it feels good to be a God after all…”
Maybe God is my invention,
a way to overcome what I don’t know
with what I wish I knew. Maybe at the end there is nothing,
and my life is just another broken wire going nowhere.
Maybe God is only a nice cap for the ending part of my life,
when the copper runs out,
when the drainage ends. Maybe.
But what does it change? Because when I loved, I felt it was forever.
When I die, I will not die,
because I lived forever in my love. What is there to life more than love,
more than forever? Being God must be exhausting,
while we humans hold the ending as our peace card. Hell is maybe eternity,
being a human without being a God
who can be mortal again. What if immortality is a trap,
and when we achieve it,
we will track mortality instead?
Isn’t that what God is doing?
He made Himself mortal.Finally, the cosmos is a dualistic play
of the eternal consciousness,
playing light and shadow of itself,
God and man, man and God,
the swirling water from the eternal whirlpool
of life and death,
love and indifference,
night and day,
to be or not to be…
you know the question.