As we were driving through the night to get home on Saturday we drove by a neon sign put up to inform those passing by that we are recipients of heavenly love from a heavenly father. The trouble is the neon lit up only the 'v' in the word love so the sign read 'God v You'. Now, in legal parlance that 'v' stands for 'versus'.
And who hasn't felt like that. Who hasn't felt that the universe was conspiring to ruin every hope and dream you ever had? Who hasn't worried, when things were going well, when the shoe was going to drop? Who hasn't, in prayers, tried to bargain with a God who seemed to hold all the cards? So I get it. God v You indeed.
I chuckled when I saw the sign, even though something about it was a bit eerie. Then today we went over to the museum to see 'The 10 Commandments' which are here in Toronto for, as all the advertizements stated, 80 hours. We waited in the line up with my heart beating with real excitement. I knew it was just going to be a few bits of paper. I knew that. But it didn't matter. There was something powerful in just being there. Just being in the presence of those words.
I had joked that after years of being told that God would smite me because of my 'unnatural passion' that I'd be lucky if lightening didn't strike me as I entered the building. And, oddly, lightening did. I was in front of the tiny bits of paper and felt this tremendous desire to GET UP OUT OF MY WHEELCHAIR AND WALK ... sorry, don't know where that came from ... I felt this tremendous, and quite deep, desire to pray. The line up was long behind me, my chair took up a lot of space, even so, I laid my hand on the display case and said a brief prayer.
I prayed that in the case of 'God v Me' ... there would be clemency.