My God is Too Small

I do not necessarily recommend the book Your God Is Too Small (J. B. Phillips. 1961. New York: Macmillan Company), but I keep mine at eye level on my bookcase so that I see it frequently. Not because I am interested in reading it. I'd be happy just to have the front cover. I want to remind myself: My God is too small. Yours is, too. I do recommend posting the words as a reminder on your bookcase or wall - big, bold, block letters: Your God Is Too Small.

Take it to heart. Way too small. God is not a big blob of white light sitting in a big chair on a glass sea in an arena in Heaven running everything by remote control, dependent on reporting angels zooming back and forth to tell Him what is happening. God is the Intelligence and Consciousness of the ineffable (...?) (No-thing). It is conscious of every oscillating quantum member of our reality, because It IS each and every one of them. It knows everything that has happened, everything that can ever happen, and everything necessary for Its Manifestation to become exactly as It is, for It is becoming manifest in and through all of this. And by 'manifest' I do not mean concrete permanence; I mean experiential action. It flows in, and It flows out, though It is always here. This (waving my arms all around to indicate everything around us) is It, God, the Consciousness of the Ineffable.

It loves and appreciates Its nature: Its love, Its power, and Its beneficence. IT IS PRAYING, ADVOCATING FOR THE WHOLE CREATION IT HAS IMAGINED. That is our present. It is working all things together for Its good, to make everyone into It. And I am thinking what? I am assuming I have nice things so that I will be recognized by people as being really, really impressive: "Oh, wow, look. There is DANNY!" (Cue the applause.) Yeah, I could make God gag. Instead of assuming that I am having a wonderful day, oughtn't I assume that EVERYONE is having a wonderful day? That everyone is healthy, wealthy, and wise? That there is a chicken in every pot (or mushrooms and tofu for the vegans)? A new Lambo in every garage? That everyone has promotion, has their desires fufilled, are healed, and love reigns supreme?

It is so pitiful that I spend any minutes at all trying to manifest bennies for myself. They brought all the sick, the maimed, the crippled, and the insane to Jesus, AND HE HEALED THEM ALL. THAT is what He spent the night in prayer for. Not twenty minutes for Himself, but hours through the night for everybody, for every need to be appeased, for every wrong to be righted. The Consciousness of the Ineffable, "God," can handle it. It is just: can I imagine it? Can I create it? Think big. Bigger. Imagine Infinity ecstatically extolling the greatness of God in tongues -- THAT God.

There was an Aramaic Church in the first centuries AD. I fancy that church alive still, and myself a member of it. They went out preaching the Reward, our reconciliation to God through the redemption of Jesus Christ, God confirming their words with signs and wonders. Let's get out and publish it, promulgate the Truth, and count on the greatness of God.