So we all have our own unique views and opinions when it comes to the Big Guy upstairs (or Big Girl if you found that to be sexist… doesn’t really have the same ring to it though 😕). Some people believe that God’s a myth, a fantasy, not scientifically proven to have ever existed and so He’s considered by some to be about as real as Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. But there are also those who believe that God does exist. That He’s everywhere and in everything, always watching over us.
I fall into the latter group; I do believe in God.
Now that’s not to say that I’m profoundly religious or anything. I rarely go to the Gurdwara (sorry mum!) and would probably classify myself as a novice when it comes to Sikhism. I also believe in science. I believe in Darwin’s theory of natural selection and evolution, the Big Bang theory etc, etc. I’d say that I’m generally quite sceptical about anything that can’t be backed up by cold hard facts, except of course when it comes God- I guess that’s the guileless optimist inside me offering her two cents!
But I don’t have any proof to back up my belief. I never once asked for a sign from God moments before a booming voice echoed down from the skies declaring, “YES SHARAN, I AM REAL!” although how amazing would it be if that actually happened?!
I believe in God for one simple reason: it provides me with a sense of comfort. Whenever I put my hands together and bow my head to let Him know what’s on my mind, it’s like talking to a friend, someone who I can trust to hear me out, keep my secrets and not judge me in the slightest way. And when I’m done talking, somehow through His silence and somewhat serene lack of physical presence, I feel reassured. A wave of calm sweeps over me and I feel much better than I did before.
I also have this crazy idea that my grandparents are up there with Him too. All of them sitting together; a bunch of old fogeys on a white glowing bench in the clouds, watching me on a giant screen with a bowl of never-ending popcorn (and Bombay Mix) like my life is a much-loved HBO series that they just can’t ever seem to get enough of! I don’t expect any of them to intervene at any point, I just want them to watch, because like I said it’s comforting and it means that I never truly feel alone. Although that being said, every so often when I experience one of those bizarre moments that could in no way be explained as a mere ‘coincidence’, I’m pretty sure that it’s one of them intervening. You know what I’m talking about, those moments when you think WOW that absolutely, positively happened for a reason, someone is definitely looking out for me somewhere…and I know that they are. 😊
But I know what you’re thinking, how can I advocate that God is such a comforting confidant when there’s so much pain and injustice in the world?
Well to put it simply the God that I know has nothing to do with suffering or strife. I blame life for everything bad that happens. For me God is a positive, all powerful, familiar spectator who always has my back and to be honest that’s enough for me…that’s my God. He’s not of a particular race or religion either He’s just a force that I can feel, with no fixed form. And I don’t think that my belief, or anyone else’s for that matter, should ever be subject to interrogation. I believe in God, end of story. You don’t believe in God? Cool, that’s your personal opinion and I respect that, I’m sure that you have your reasons just like I have mine. 😊