One God, many faces.
One family, many races.
One truth, many paths.
One heart, many complexions.
One light, many reflections.
One world, many imperfections.
We are all one,
When I look at the cosmos, the earth, my fingerprint, the smile of a child, I sense the divine. These daily miracles plant me firmly at the end of the continuum that believes God exists. It takes far more faith to believe as an atheist than it does as a theist. The array of religions to which man has prostrated over the millennia tells me we, as a people, are primarily deists. But, why are there so many paths to God?
Is it possible God has appeared to humanity countless times over the ages and each religion is but a leaf on the tree of God? Perhaps God becomes revelation at junctures in history when humanity has deviated from the designated path and needs a course correction, when man needs a beacon of holy light in a dark world, when humanity needs hope for a better future?
Is it possible God revealed himself to Moses in the burning bush because the Israelites needed relief from the oppressive Egyptian regime? It is possible God revealed herself in Jesus because the Jewish establishment chose laws over love? Is it possible God revealed himself to Muhammad because the children of Ismael, ostracized by the children of Jacob, needed a destiny?
Perhaps God keeps showing her face to man, must repeatedly shows his face to woman because humanity easily forgets. Perhaps the problems society suffers are rooted in man covering the face of God with our own and begin believing man is God. We then forget the essence of God is love. We forget there is one God and we are all children of the same parent and succumb to exclusion, to wall building.
We are at a juncture in history where society is becoming increasingly fractured along religious lines. If God shows again, will we recognize her divine spirit or are we too buried in our own self-importance, our need to create God in our own image to hear his message?