Saturday, May 17, 2008
How many languages does God speak? Well, all of them, of course! I'm sure God even eakspay igpay atinlay. But what are the core languages of God? Sanskrit, Hewbrew, Arabic, and Latin come to mind because I'm a person of white European descent, exposed to the divine tongues of my culture. I bet there are core American Indian, African, Australian and Asian languages that could be put in the same category.
Then of course there's the language of music - God loves speaking that language, doesn't He? And math, too. I'm not just talking about numbers but also geometry, etc.
I'm sure God also speaks American English, though if he does, it's a dialect I have a hard time understanding. Not that He doesn't try - I feel there are divine messages being whispered into my ears and heart on a regular basis. Part of my problem is that I'm "hard of listening" as my friend Yarrow would say. But another obstacle to understanding is that God really speaks Big Picture, a language that's often difficult for my small, tense, human mind to grasp. I get hints and glimpses of the Big Pic, but then they vanish like dust in the wind.
This morning the guy who tends the garden at Sylvia Sumter's Unity Church told me that a crow had flown down from out of the nowhere and pecked him on the shoulder three times! He was pretty freaked out about this - and who could blame him? Being pecked by, for instance, a mockingbird is unsettling enough. Crows are very large birds who tend to keep to themselves (though they seem to enjoy cawing at us from time to time.)
The Unity Church gardener told me after the third time he was pecked, he finally sat down to talk to God, to pray about it. He said, God. I know you're trying to tell me something, but please don't gimme no parables!
I've been thinking about this ever since. Oh yeah, God talks in parables a LOT. No wonder our communication is so sporadic. As a literalist, the unfolding of 'real life' parables leaves me completely confused. I'm sure from God's point of view, they're beautiful crystals of great wisdom from which I could continue to learn and grow long after uncovering the first layers of meaning.
I should try to also keep in mind that sometimes a crow is just a crow - in a bad mood, maybe, or nervous because her nest is a little too close for comfort. It's good to try to listen when God has something to convey, though, don't you think?