by Rebecca Anderson
Imagine it with all the genders and races and physical descriptions of the world.
God is male and female and both and neither and all. God is black and red and olive and tan. God has hair in long braids, slanted eyes, flat nose, big lips, long beard, curvy body, long arms, short legs.
God wears flowing dresses, and blue jeans, and saris, and turbans, and tuxedos, and lots and lots of jewelry. God has tattoos of every animal of the world, and a single heart-shaped stud in their right ear.
And God has every ability, and every disability in the world. God walks, God limps, God rolls, God crawls. God gets where God needs to be, gets to us, however God can.
God's mind works with the speed—and sometimes the randomness—of ADHD. God feels pain with the depths of depression, and joy like an episode of mania. God hears the voices of all people and all living things. God has no one way of solving problems. Sometimes God moves from step to step with the most analytic of minds. Sometimes God makes great intuitive leaps that cannot be explained. Sometimes God gets stuck in a loop because the present, whether good or bad, is the time where God lives.
God paints with their feet and reads with their hands. God can dance by swaying and shuffling, and sing by making noises that are not words, but express emotions that words cannot.
God is too busy reaching out to us to be concerned that they cannot see. God is too busy
feeling the rhythms of music in their bones to worry about what it sounds like. God is loving, loving with all God's arrhythmic heart to be anything but grateful for the body they have.
Is it any wonder that we have trouble grasping God, when God's body does not move the way we expect a body to move? Is it any wonder we have trouble understanding God when God speaks with the slurred words? Is it any wonder that we cannot comprehend God, who bares the chronic pain of the suffering of the world?
How can we come closer to this being beyond our comprehension, this bodymind that meets none of our expectations?
By freeing ourselves of expectations.
By searching for God in the unique bodyminds of our fellow human beings.
By seeking to understand that which challenges us, and confuses us, and frightens us.
By accepting ourselves, and the bodyminds that make us who we are.
When we pray that all of this may be so; when we pray to love all bodies and minds; when we pray to be both broken and whole at once: we are praying to be more like God.