When I look at this country, it occurs to me that America, in its very birth, was an escape from the Church, and though our forefathers were searching for religious freedom, for many of them, it was freedom from religion. They sought more from life – more from God.
Many of them were religious men, but for the founding of this new life for themselves on parchment, they used only the word “God.” The Declaration of Independence does not speak of the Holy Trinity, the Goddess, or the Eight-fold Path. The Bill of Rights says nothing of Heaven or Hell, Nirvana, or Valhalla. When they speak of a uniting entity, it’s just the word “God” – a powerful and mystical word that means something different to every tongue it rolls from and every ear it falls upon. A word that brings anger and gives love. A shout of amazement and a plea for mercy. In one simple syllable, an inflection in voice can take that word from praise to curse or back again. But the word has nothing to do with religion.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word describes the entity to the best of my ability to understand it. GOD – a self-encapsulated, parenthetical word that is too simple to be concerned with religion and too uncontrollable for politics.
This is an excerpt of The Rucksack Letters by Steve McAllister. Buy your copy of the eBook on Amazon.com.