26 March 2010

Channeling Ambrose Bierce

Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand
He said, "Stick by my side and I'll be your guiding hand
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to"

I take The Devil's Dictionary with a grain of salt, and as intended, knowing full well that Mr. Bierce was engaging in some top-notch satire. Yet I sometimes wonder if the definitions offered therein may be true.

So much to wrap my head around these days, and in a fit of pessimism I thought:

The tragedy here is not that I do not believe in God...

... the tragedy is that I do.

Assuming I have been given some answers (and I am not convinced of that), I haven't been able to make sense of them. Sucks to be me, I guess.

*Lyrics used without permission: "Oh Well" by Fleetwood Mac


  1. You are brilliant my big hunky pot of goodness!

    I had a great idea for a poem I have had trouble thinking of a lead in...you are inspiration!

  2. I love the honesty. That's what it's all about. (the hokey pokey, too)

  3. Fleetwood Mac are staples in my music diet, I don't care how much it ages me.

    And God? He's pretty cool, too.

  4. Hmmm ... I suspect that if we all KNEW ... then we wouldn't seek, and in not seeking wouldn't live. Regardless of the dictionary you're reading!

    best blessings!

  5. I've often wondered if it would be easier not to believe, and just accept that, than to believe, and struggle with it. But to be honest I'm coming to the conclusion that neither one or the other is easier, but life with the belief makes more sense.

  6. I have no idea what exactly I believe from day to day. I think the real tragedy would be if you didn't keep trying to figure it out. Not for anyone else, but for yourself.

  7. Faith is just that...Accepting what you don't know, but believing that it exists.

  8. Awe, darn it, Chef E stole my comment, I was going to call you a "brilliant my big hunky pot of goodness" too...

    This is a very... cautious? subject for me. I have my thoughts, but I am careful with the word "Belief".

    The movie "Dogma" if you could get by the profanity, the sexual content, and the big rubber poop monster, suggests that the worst thing you could do with a "good idea" like "God" is build a "belief structure" around it. I think I tend to agree.

    I think in my old age, I have a strong feeling there's something going on behind the curtain, but I tend more toward agnosticism than my Roman Catholic upbringing.

  9. join the club, man...
    coffee and donuts after services

  10. we do believe. But the path we walk is one of our own choosing- the one we've planned for ourselves.

    We choose the lessons we intend to learn, and we move on.

    He is there to hold us when we fall. And comfort us when we are broken.

    At least, that's what I think. For what it's worth.

  11. Everyone has such lovely comments today. And I think the seeking and the believing are partners.

  12. Is it mandatory that, if one believes in God, one must also believe in the Devil?

  13. I think there is an aching need for you and I to engage in some deep theological discussion in my back yard with a pile of burning lumber and an ample supply of stout.

    Let's work on making that happen.

  14. You know, I've been told that God answers all questions, but sometimes the answer is no. I didn't understand why He said no to me when I prayed for so long and so hard. Then I met John, and I knew. It restored my faith.

  15. I keep a copy of The Devil's Dictionary on my hard drive. It's great reading, and sometimes I think the definitions do hit the mark better than Webster's. Though, maybe reading too much Bierce is what really sent Green over the edge. Oh Well.


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...