I really don’t think the Universal Field of Love cares what name I give it. I think I care. I care that the name I choose is solid and steady and proves its worth for me time and again. I care that the word I choose to call upon in my joy and my grief; in my high points and my low points; in my ecstasy and in my surrender is the same word.
On this blog every time I say God I will probably continue to provide alternative names in parenthesis. This has become sort of the normal way to make sure not to offend or alienate readers. It’s the safe way to write so that I continue to show people that I am open and that I embrace whatever word the reader chooses. But, for me the word is God.
God is complex and larger than everything else; God can hold and rise above everything I throw at him. God is powerful and honestly, in this dangerous world, I need to know (for only me), that the Universal Field of Love that encompasses us all has a name that I can trust over and over and over again.
I play around with other names at times and they all will do on certain days and in certain moods, but God is the name I choose as a habit.
My dad and mom taught me that no religion will always align with all of your beliefs and that the important thing is that you don’t get lazy about God. Just don’t get lazy and lulled to sleep about faith. So I think it is important that I actively choose the name I will use. For me, that name is God.
And for you, that name may not have settled yet; it may be that the habitual that was given to you when you were a child doesn’t fit now that you are an adult and have your own experiences of joy and grief. It might be that that name abandoned you at a certain time and you don’t trust it anymore. Or, it might be that like me you find comfort in that ‘traditional’ name because it calls up the stability you found in your childhood. I don’t presume to know what you call it and to me it does not matter. It really doesn’t. What matters is that you actively choose your name and that you don’t get lazy.
So, do you know the name you choose? Have you discovered it within your prayers? What’s the name that suits you to call that Source that we all must return to over and over again to rejuvenate and find rest? Put your name in the comments below or share your story.