She
was six years old when, at a family dinner in a local restaurant, her father
introduced her to the theory of evolution by telling her that God did not
create the world in six days. She could
not remember whether he had gone so far as to say that God did not exist, but
there was certainly diatribe rather than dialogue – this was not a gentle
education in looking at alternative points of view.
Four years of Church school and the odd bout of Sunday
School later, this view had certainly been balanced. Daily prayers, hymn singing and regular
church visits had made her familiar with the cultural undertone of her country.
In her teens, in Drama class, she and some friends had
written a dialogue piece exploring whether God and the Devil were in fact
female. A little controversial at the
time perhaps, funny certainly – the very idea!
University with various modules in Feminist thinking fleshed
out this background with images of Gaia, and what God means to women and the
Church’s general misogyny.
She was married in church, had had her children Christened,
liked Midnight Mass at Christmas but accepted Darwin’s theory, and was now in
her early – ok mid – forties, no longer sure what she believed about God. Most days she didn’t even give her much
thought.
She couldn’t help thinking that the very idea of the Trinity
had been formulated by a desperate early Church seeking to unify those members
they wanted to keep whilst denouncing as heretics the troublemakers they wanted
to expel. If the Gnostics had had more
clout, would we believe what we now believe about the nature of God? she wondered, or at least would we have been
taught what we had been taught about God the Father, God the Son and God the
Holy Ghost.
But that was the Church, and did what they teach bear any
relation to God? Well they taught that
the Bible was the revelation of God – so the Church at least would argue that
it very much did.
The one problem she had was that she definitely believed
that if Jesus truly was the son of God, he would not exclude someone because
they had not accepted the message of Christianity. She could not shift her belief that if a
supreme and caring being existed, that supreme and caring being would not
exclude an individual from its everlasting supremacy and care because the image
of the dancing Shiva resonated more than that of a dying man on a cross. Did that mean she wasn’t really a Christian?
But such theological internal dialogue occupied little of
her time. Her life was packed with the
daily routines of lunchboxes and water bottles, ferrying children where they
needed to be when they needed to be there, work, the endless laundry and the
general moving of stuff from one place to another, whether that be dust,
groceries, dishes, toys or the bloody endless laundry. She’d have more time for God if he would put a
pinny on now and then and push the hoover round.
Her mind raced ahead with lists and menus and bills and
birthdays, and God lingered on the periphery, making an appearance at Easter
and Christmas and Remembrance Sunday Services shivering in the cold.
And yet…
That last cry of a dying man haunted her. “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” “My God! My God! Why hast thou forsaken me?”
Sorry, this was my entry for last month, which I wrote, didn't know how to finish and never got round to publishing. What happened to April? Anyway, after re-reading decided I didn't want to add any more. I suppose the very subject matter is always unfinished...
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I like the way this questions rather than answers; it captures well the confusion the subject 'God' evokes and probably answers the question 'What happened to April'! Sally
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