I grew up believing that god and magic could be the same thing. A way of defining something that could not be explained. That has always been enough for me. I think of god when I see the dark morning sky turn to fire as it rises behind the trees. I think of the hand of god guiding those that I have loved from this world into what ever it is that comes next. How can we be so very here one minute and so very gone the next, if not by magic. In physics, energy can not be created or destroyed. How can life be an exception to that rule if not for something greater than life.
I call the perfection in everyday, god. My version of god doesn’t choose who gets to experience these moments. They are there for all to share. You just have to open your eyes. Open your heart. Be ready to receive what is right in front of you. Feel the rising sun dance across your eyelashes. Smell spring on the wind. Feel the heaviness of winter lift as spring steps into focus. This magic is incapable of evil doing. That is man’s business.
I am as deserving of this magic as we all are. Don’t tell me that my god is just the man behind the curtain while yours sits behind white gates in the sky. Don’t use my god’s name as your battle cry. When one uses his god to put down another, he is revealing his hand. Defining his magic. To assume that yours is the way, the only way, is to play god.
Our country should be lead by people of faith. Faith is what keeps us in reflection. What should keep us moving forward. What should keep us centered. But man can not make laws with magic. I will not be told by my government who my god should be. I believe in the need for laws to maintain order. There is no freedom of religion if I can not practice mine while that of others is the law. There is no fear in magic. There is no fear in god.
Our forefathers chose to keep church and state separated because what I do on Sunday should not make me more or less American.