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An Excerpt from Faith and Will (Continued...)

What if God really is the good news?

What if God is real and our attempts to reach God are enough? What if there is no hard test to be passed, no high quotient of misery we are required to undergo? What if there really is a benevolent God, one that will try to work with us as we labor to work with him? What if the harmony that we see in the natural world is possible also in the world of human affairs? What if we can move toward this harmony by simply trying to move toward God? What if the trying is enough? What if God does not play hide and seek with us but stands ready and available for all who seek contact?

What if God really is the Great Comforter?

What if all that stands between us and God is us?

We are back to the same bottom line. If I am uncomfortable, and I am, then what can be done about it? If I have trouble believing, how can I believe? What we are talking about here is "conscious contact," a reliable, felt sense that we are in touch with God and God is in touch with us. Probably the first portal to God comes with slowing down, taking the time in the morning to link up with God, to place our day in God's hands, however we can conceptualize our doing that. For me, writing the three Morning Pages is the way I "turn things over." For others, it may be a more formal prayer: "God, I offer myself to Thee to build with me and do with me what Thou wilt." For still others, it may be more Zen, a quiet period of sitting meditation in which nothing is articulated but everything is somehow addressed and eased. It matters less how you try to link up with God than that you try to link up with God. It doesn't matter that you didn't do it yesterday and that you may forget again to do it tomorrow. What matters is today, the one day that we have got with any certainty. Just for today, I am going to reach out toward God. Just for today, I am going to act as if I am a believer.

The key words conscious contact give us many clues. First of all, we must bring God to our consciousness. We must be aware of God. God must become a variable in our life, Something or Somebody to be dealt with. Next, we must make contact. That is we must reach out and touch God. The very phrase implies that it is possible. Having made contact, we must then seek to hold that contact in our consciousness. God must be given a place in our day and in our thoughts. God must become a part of our mental furniture, as real as the chair we are sitting in.

How do we make God real? How do we convince ourselves that there is a God that gives meaning to life? It is so easy to see life as meaningless, random, capricious.

It is so easy to move point to point in life without ever being able to see a larger, overarching whole, a framework that makes it all have context. What we need is a sense of God as grid. God is real and I am real and the way we interact is real. This is probably why Paul Tillich spoke of God as "the ground of being." This sense of God as the very ground is the sense that we are all looking for. If God is the bedrock, then I can build something of meaning. If God is the bedrock, then life has a sustainable meaning.

So often, we have it backward. We want a faith in God, but we are unwilling to take the actions that make that faith possible. We want faith to predate any action on our part. We want faith to not take faith. We want the luxury of faith without having made the decision of faith. For faith is a decision. We decide to believe in God, and having decided that, we then reach out for conscious contact.

I don't know about you, but I don't want faith in God to cost me anything— not really. Not even a decision. I want my faith to be easy and simple. I want to be able to say "I believe" and keep it just that simple, "I believe." Not "I believe sort of." Not "I believe the best I can." Simply, "I believe." In practice, it goes somewhat more bumpily than that. I might say "I believe" but then add to myself, "Why, if I believe, does it still seem so bumpy?"

Notice that I have used the word bumpy. That see's to me to be an accurate word. Faith is not all smooth sailing, but it is not all catastrophe either. Faith is bumpy. We don't fall out of the wagon. We just get jostled. Faith is "enough," and enough is not as comfortable as "plenty." I wish I had plenty of faith. I try to have plenty of faith, but what I generally find is that I have "enough." Enough is enough to keep me from throwing in the towel. Enough is enough to keep me in the game. Enough is not enough for me to have deep pockets. I want to be able to dig down into my pockets and keep coming up with handfuls of belief, but the truth is that sometimes I am down to my last two bits and I hold on to that two bits so tightly that no one can get a grip on it but me.

What happens when we clutch our faith tightly? It doesn't work very well. We are barely able to hold on to our faith. When we are able to hold our faith more loosely, "Of course, I believe," then we are able to take in more. "Of course I believe and because I believe I will try X."

They say that faith without works is dead. It is faith that allows us to make our works. It is faith that allows us to take risks. Faith in something greater than ourselves, faith that the bread will somehow land jam side up. Faith is what says, in the face of "bad" news, "I wonder where this is going." Faith knows that life is an evolutionary process and that "all bets are off" is not such a bad position to be in. Faith puts our money on the certain number—"God"—and spins the wheel. It looks risky, but is it?

Faith is no risk at all. It just feels like a risk because we are told faith is risky. We should have more anxiety than we do if we are to believe the odds are not stacked against us. With God on our side, the odds are stacked for us. It may not look like that. It may not seem like that, but it is like that, and that is where faith comes in.

"Tell me God is in charge," I phoned a friend to ask this afternoon.

"God is in charge," my friend responded, laughing. "What made you doubt it?"

What made me doubt it is that I went to a business lunch where I was told about how smart and aggressive I had to be if I wanted to get anywhere in this world. I was told about a series of actions I had to undertake if I wanted to "make it." Hearing this list of actions, I thought, "Oh, you do it." I thought, "I do not know that my luncheon acquaintance is wrong, but I do know that I cannot race off willy-nilly and try taking these actions helter-skelter. I will have to take them as they come up and as they seem indicated." Then I phoned my friend and asked to be put in the prayer pot.

One of the sanest passages I have ever read belongs to the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous. It is the section of that book that is talking about the newcomer's understandable reluctance to turn his worldly affairs over to God. The book states it very simply: God is your new employer.

That is about as complicated as I am able to make it. I need to believe that God does care and will care and that we can strike a bargain with Him. "You be the Father. I'll be the child. You be the principle. I'll be the agent." If this sounds naïve, it is also an accurate way to view things. A look at the natural world should be enough to convince any of us that God knows more of what he is doing than we may know of what we are doing. Sea anemones, red cliffs, lilacs, stars— Something made all these things, and it is to this Something that we now turn, asking what part we are to play in the grand scheme of all this. "How do I fit in?" we ask. It is in asking to fit in and not to run the show that we begin to have a sense of God's will for us.

If I let God be the director, then I am more liable to like the part I am cast in. If I try to be the director, there will never be enough for me: enough glory, enough security, enough limelight. The beauty of having God in charge is that it renders me right- size. And right-size is comfortable.

When there is no overarching viewpoint, God's perspective, it is too easy to panic. It is too easy to take events as they look at the moment and judge them. When God is in charge, all things are fraught with possibility. The most dire circumstance might be revealed to be the most filled with God's good intentions. Out of apparent disaster can come the greatest good.

A friend of mine underwent a harrowing divorce. Her husband of fifteen years left her and, in the wake of his leaving, a string of infidelities was revealed. My friend clung to her faith in God. One day at a time she managed to get through her divorce with dignity and grace. She grieved. She ranted and raved and cried, but she did not drink herself to death or run off with someone inappropriate. For years a professional painter, she kept working at her art. She put days and months together, striving always to do what seemed to her to be "the next right thing." Little by little, she edged herself back from what seemed to her to be the brink. Out of the devastating loss, self-worth was born.

The career that she had always pursued but seen as secondary to her husband's career now took on enough muscle and sinew to be her mainstay and support. The many skills she had used to be a good wife now began to be seen in a clearer light: she was good with money, good with managing people, good with juggling the demands of a household and a career. All of this had always been true, but she had never been able to see it as true. When she had the faith to go forward depending upon God to give her a definition of herself, she began to see the lineaments of her own remarkable courage and fortitude. She began to become a woman that she herself could like and respect. And all of this was born out of the apparent catastrophe of "losing" her husband.

In order to have esteem, we must behave in estimable ways. It is easier to behave in estimable ways if we cling to our faith. If we make a daily decision to act as if there is a God and all things just might be working as they are supposed to. If we believe that God is in charge and that all things will work toward the good, then we do not need to act out of desperation. We can take the time to allow a solution to suggest itself. We do not need to act with panicked self-will.

My friend the painter was urged by some of her well-meaning friends to take part-time work, any work, that would bring some cash in. "My God! You've lost your husband! You're a woman alone! You need something safe and steady to fall back on!" She listened, but the advice did not resonate as correct for her, and so she did the next right thing as it suggested itself to her, putting the finishing touches onto a portrait. After all, she had been a portrait artist for many years married, so why not continue now that she was divorced? For all the years of her married life, she had worked as a painter.

Should she abandon that life because her husband had left her? Shouldn't she at least finish the portrait commission she was working on at the time he walked out?

That portrait led to a second portrait, and that to a third. A steady flow of work seemed to be gently stabilizing. Her painting skills, honed over twenty-five years, turned out to be more valuable than, say, her working part-time at a florist's. True, she had no regular paycheck, but she did have a slow-and-steady stream of clients who sought her out. Because she was able to resist the temptation to panic, she was able to keep herself from going off on a path that might not have been right for her. Because she asked herself what God's will was rather than just pursuing her own panicky solution, she became able to expand into a larger definition of herself as an artist rather than contract to a smaller definition of herself as an ex-wife. "Then he left her and she had to go to work at a florist's shop. . . ."

Very often when we are in a panic about faith, it is because God is making us larger. We do not see how we are going to be able to make ends meet, and we doubt that God is going to do that for us or through us. We are afraid we are being made smaller, and yet for some of us the temptation to rush back to what once was a right size and is no longer is a very real temptation. "I'll just cut my losses," we decide, and then we set about trying to wedge ourselves back into a former definition of our self that no longer holds true. What happens? It doesn't work very well. We cannot go back, but we do not see how we can go forward either. And the answer is that we cannot go forward of our own steam, left to our own devices. In order to go forward and become larger, we are going to need the grace of God.

It is easy to recognize people who routinely operate out of the grace of God. They are those people who seem able to rise up and meet whatever challenge life throws at them. They are the ones who become larger, not smaller in adversity. They are the ones who are able, with faith, to shoulder their way through. I have such a friend, Elberta.

When her daughter was diagnosed as having a brain tumor, Elberta resolved that they would beat it, it being cancer. The odds definitely seemed stacked against them, but for Elberta there was no hearing that. She was determined that her daughter would get better. They would undertake any form of chemotherapy, any form of rehabilitation that seemed indicated, that held the slightest hope.

Cooking special meals, devising special games that helped with memory loss, Elberta went to work to help her daughter get better. As her daughter underwent bout after bout of chemotherapy and long stints living in rehabilitation centers, Elberta made her daughter the focus of her life and attention. We worried that Elberta would burn herself out, but she seemed to draw on a superhuman strength. She acted with confidence that she was doing as God would have her do. She saw her daughter as being restored to health, as being able to resume again her challenging career as a horse trainer. She counted each day as a day toward recovery and made each day's small victory the focus of her consciousness. Her diligence paid off. Her daughter did get better. The cancer went into remission. Memory began to return. The daily chores of horse schooling began to come back into place.

When, after a year with her cancer in remission, the same daughter had a devastating carriage driving accident that left her in a coma, Elberta one more time resolved that they would beat the odds. Her daughter lay hovering between life and death. Elberta saw her as vital and alive and healthy again. No matter what the odds were, she saw that her daughter would walk and talk again. She would have a memory. She would resume a life. She would train horses. And so' one more time, she set about rehabbing her daughter from her new challenge. One more time, her days were spent at the rehab facility. One more time, her own life was put on hold while she focused on her daughter's crisis. Returning to the word games for memory and to card games for concentration, Elberta sat daily by her daughter's side, coaching her gently back up the long mountain down which she had tumbled. One more time, her daughter rallied and got better against all odds.

"You need to take some time to yourself," Elberta was advised by a well- meaning physical therapist. "You cannot spend your whole life with your daughter."

"Oh, but I can. This is my life right now," Elberta replied. "What's six months out of a whole lifetime, out of eighty years?"

As I write this, Elberta's daughter is walking and talking and beginning to work with her beloved horses again.

In order to work with God, we must assume that God is willing to work with us. To do that, we must assume that God can start right where we are and not at some imaginary place we have to get to in order to meet Him. God is not waiting to rendezvous with us once we have earned the right to his attention. God is waiting for us right now, just where we are.

Very often when we think about what we would like to have happen in our lives, we cast ourselves very far forward and out of the day we are in. No wonder everything seems so impossible and so difficult. We cast ourselves far into the future where we stand alone and buffeted, wondering where God is.

God works in the day that we actually have going on. God's miracles are miniature daily miracles. They are miracles of evolution and miracles of progress. They are the small miracles that add up to large miracles. They are tiny right steps that lead us in the right direction. If we want to find God, we need first to find ourselves. That is where God is. Right with us.

Which brings me back to where I am in relationship to God at this time. I began this writing by saying that I felt lost. That God felt lost to me. This is no longer true. By the simple act of moving my hand across the page, I am able one more time to trace the progress of God's hand across my life.