Jerusalem, 12th October 2006

 

Who is my God?

If he is only the distant mystery, I can’t begin to pray saying: “Father!”
I should rather to say: “O my distant mystery!”

Who is my God?

If he is only a box for my dreams, I can’t begin to pray saying: “Father!”.
I should rather to say: “O my box for my dreams!”

Who is my God?

Maybe it’s me. I am God. I know what is the best for me and I want to govern my life.
So I can’t begin to pray saying: “Father!”.
I should rather stay before the mirror and say “you, …, man!”.

Who is your and my God?

If he is father for you and for me, we will begin to pray saying: “Father, Dad!”,
and like children
we will pick some flowers for him,
we will fall into his arms,
we will prepare a cup of tea for him,
we will sing to him,
we will smile seeing him…

Who is my God?

This is the key of my prayer. 
Because
What my God such my prayer.