God is a metaphor for that which transcends all levels of intellectual thought. It’s as simple as that.
My friend and I are walking back to my car, having just seen Ruby Sparks (I highly recommend it) at the downtown movie theater. A soft spoken, middle aged black man approaches us and begins telling his story. He is a vet who is to begin a veteran’s program on Tuesday that will pay his housing and education, and he’s run out of “free” days at the Salvation Army. (According to him, he’s allowed seven days lodging and meals and then he’s on his own. For $9 a night he can stay longer.) He tells us he understands if it’s hard to believe. And yes, I am listening with a bit of skepticism. It’s a good story, and we had just seen a movie about a writer who manifests a girlfriend by writing about her.
I spent $10 for the movie ticket, popcorn and a Dr. Pepper, and the change from my twenty dollar bill is in my purse.
“I have $10 I will give you. I want to believe what you are telling me,” I say and fish the $10 out of my purse.
My friend offers him another $10. We get in the car and drive off, wondering aloud if we have done the “right” thing. Who knows? I gave him what I had spent on myself for entertainment and I, the writer, paid him for this story. And that’s all I really know.
It’s as simple as that.