"The name that can be named is not the eternal name." - The Tao Te Ching
I quite enjoy pondering the infinite nature of our Creator; how the Spirit transcends time, space, realms, dimensions, and most importantly, the roles we are constantly trying to cram the Spirit into. God is not God because we call him thus, he is not Father, Son, Holy Spirit, because we call him thus. He does not exist by the mere confirmation of our words. The Being is beyond our perceptions, beyond our faith, beyond our prayers, beyond our averted eyes when we pass the homeless, beyond our ever growing worship centers with 30 t.v.s and comfy auditoriums that fit 3,000 people. He is beyond the role of our petty expectations; expectations to hate homosexuals, or make tribes in Africa act just like us, or to heal every hunger/disease/travesty that we just don't have the time to bother with.
I suppose I am going into rant mode. I guess I just wish people would realize that the Eternal being permeates everything, it is not shackled to our version of Him, our our ideals, or our religious texts, or our names. He is not his name. He is his existence. He is breath, beauty, thunder, hunger, agony, peace, light, the fabric of creation, the weaver, the healer, the incredibly blinding truth. And no name we give Him, no role we cast upon Him will ever be the Creator's true state, will never define his unfailing essence. I wish we could all rejoice in each other's knowledge and experiences with the Being instead of scoffing at anything that goes against our self made image of what a relationship with and worship of the Creator should be. May you all worship and revel in the form of the Spirit that is most prevalent and true to you. Amen!