God?

Did God save my life?

This begs the question, “What is God?”

I don’t believe in a blessing by a deity that brought me back from the dead.  I don’t believe in any “plan” that decided the events that happened to me or a “mission” that I’ve been called on to complete because of the miracle that touched me.  I certainly don’t believe in any bearded guy sitting in the sky or any amorphous consciousness that in anyway affected the events surrounding my accident.

Nor do I believe I was merely lucky.


What I do believe in is community and love - that’s Love.  I have been lucky in the circumstances of my life to have been raised in and to have access to such a community spirit.  At every moment of my recovery, my family and I were enshrouded by the infinite wrappings of Love - this came from the outpouring of well wishes and prayers by the community, the incredible talent and attention by the medical staff that cared for me, the consistent and pragmatic offers of help from any person who had anything to give, and all the people in uncountable situations holding out a hand to help do what had to be done.

i call this the Divine - the Love that exists in all communities coming to the surface and then being accepted by those who need it.

This is my personal philosophy, and if you don’t want it, I have no desire to push it on you.  Every person needs to come to one’s own spiritual beliefs and, if these beliefs are held in a fashion that is tolerant of other people, I hold that there is no “right” or “wrong” way to have one’s faith.  But if this helps you find support in anyway, please know that I do believe this with all my being, and I hope it helps you. 

I was born hearing the idea that “God is love”, and while that’s beautiful in many ways, I prefer the inverse: Love is god.

If you are a survivor or was with someone through their healing, I would love to hear if and how you found any spiritual comfort.  Perhaps your story will help another.