What God Wears
I’ve been thinking about a quote by Paula D’Arcy, that goes, “God comes to you disguised as your life.” It’s a great quote for times when life is going wonderfully. God, disguised as that promotion. God, disguised as a loving partner or friend. God, disguised as that ten bucks you found in last’s year’s winter jacket. But, as the days shorten, and as the wet blanket that is seasonal depression knocks uninvited into my house, I wonder about what it means for God to come disguised as your life when your life is marked by unfulfilled hopes, as an unsatisfying job (or a job that doesn’t pay the bills), as loss, or grief. I want to be clear that I don’t believe that “all things happen for a reason”. Sometimes life is shitty; sometimes terrible things happen. Placing the blame for tragedy on God or on ourselves for not understanding why God would let this happen is terrible and dangerous theology, and we are all allowed to be furious at God or the world when tragedy strikes. We are not obligated to find meaning in all things.
What I am saying, is that (in our time, when we are ready) we have an opportunity to look at our lives, and see where God moves in the midst of whatever it is that we’re facing. God, the gentle hands of a friend rubbing your back while you cry. God, dressed incognito as the person you can roll your eyes with at work. God, sneaking in as a random phone call from someone you’ve been missing. God, your weird and mildly dysfunctional family. God, the person bring you cheese puffs at the hospital. God, clothed as the lady on the train with whom you happen to fall into easy conversation. Sometimes, God comes to you disguised as your life. Keep an eye out. You just might meet Her today.