Some say God is a crutch,
For the weak, the broken, for those who cannot walk alone.
I say I am weak, I am broken, all that and much more.
I cannot walk alone, I do not want to, I do not need to,
Be my crutch, God.
Some say God is a figment of our imagination,
I say He’s a pigment of mine.
I see His hand in everything, His face in everyone,
In nature He is best revealed in all His splendid glory,
The colours of His love splashed across the world.
Some say God is a lie,
Invented to help little children sleep at night.
I say the truth of this world terrifies the soul,
Shadows lengthen by day’s end as darkness falls,
I welcome the peaceful slumber He brings as I entrust my night to Him.
Some say God is a hoax invented by those in power to control the gullible.
I say I exercise free will, and live with consequences,
No one controls me unless I let them,
No one owns my mind or forces me to believe,
I choose to believe.
Some say God is a cruel joke, and He laughs as we suffer,
Orchestrating a theatrical play with all of us upon a stage,
I say what if God has the first laugh, and the last one too,
Where does that place you?
In the furthest corner of your heart a doubt crouches, springing up at you in times of crisis…
“What if He really does exist?”
Some say God is purest love and only love,
There is nothing else in Him.
I say God must also be just and fair if love is to have any meaning at all.
Justice works alongside mercy, thus love may endure,
For to love is not to close an eye to evil but to know when to draw a line.
Some say God is an invisible old man up in the sky,
Jealously seeking our worship.
I say He’s my Creator and lives in my heart,
He doesn’t have to earn my affection,
Neither does He have to be seen to be known,
Like the wind he is everywhere and nowhere; felt, heard, known yet unseen, all at once.
Some say God is a magician who sometimes answers prayers, and sometimes lets good people die.
I say God doesn’t have to answer my prayers, and it’s not for me to question why.
God shapes the human heart not by granting every wish, but by saying “No” to many desires,
We grow when we seek the Giver and not the gifts.
Some say God should be female, others insist He is masculine,
Arguing that one seeks to diminish the other.
I say He is both, even as we embody both qualities,
And naming one doesn’t negate the other,
God is beyond the polarity of gender.
Some say God is only for the weak of heart.
And I say, no, He is also for the bold and brave.
What depths of terror might one descend to flee faith in Him, to find faith without Him,
For with faith or without, it is belief that informs the will,
And either way it is the brave who choose to believe, whatever they believe.
Some say God is many, different things,
And yet to them He is nothing, and that is all they want.
I say He is many things, and know He is my everything, and that’s enough for me.
Some say God is a crutch,
I say I am broken, I need His help.
When I am falling, He catches me,
When I am weak, He lifts me up,
When I falter in pain He bears my weight,
With Him I can walk with my head held high.
I lean on God.
Thanks for reading,
Pav
6th December 2021
(Inspired, in part, by my need to rely on a crutch due to a broken foot that is taking a few months to heal)
