Celery, water and other thoughts on God

"You know Mom, everytime I think about what God looks like, I can't think of anything other than celery."  I am not sure, but I think he might have watched way too many Veggie Tales as a child.  He spent last week at camp with his church youth group.  The same camp I went to as a child and worked at as a teenager.  It had changed a lot in 30 years, the last time I was there.  He promised to take a shower every day.  I knew that was a lie but at least he brushed his teeth.  He figured out how to survive King of the Tarp and how to survive Squidby without touching the squid.  Since the squid was already dead, PETA wasn't called.  On the way home, he talked about how we shouldn't let our opinions about water divide us and how God really can save by grace alone and thankfully He can.  He says, "It is so much easier to believe that God is a Creator than all this oblivion stuff"...and "why, Mom would you not want to believe the world can be saved and we can be made better than we are."  He is convinced that left to our own devices we "just are going to stay lost."

“The difference between science and theology is whether you see the world as a gift or not."  Terry Eagleton

I am sure some would question my son's theology and think it is somewhat simplistic and not at all reverent to think of God as celery.  But after thinking about what I think God might look like, I can't think of anything better than celery.  Frankly, because I don't know how to create it.  Celery.  The way I know to get celery is to buy it or grow it.  And even growing it is largely out of even the best farmer's control.  Growing is very dependent on forces outside of us.

And as for water, the very thing we as Christians let divide us, well, I don't know how to make that either.  Sure, I know the chemical composition, but I can't make a hydrogen atom and don't know any one who can either.  We might can split them but not create them.  And splitting and dividing does seem to be a gift of humans. 

Celery and water, good as it gets. 

All is grace,

Kathleen