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More food for thought: Relationships, formulas and God

From Donald Miller’s Searching for God knows what:
To be honest, though, I don’t know how much I like the idea of my spirituality being relational. I suppose I believe this is true, but the formulas seem much better than God because the formulas offer control; and God, well, He is like a person, and people, as we all know, are complicated. The trouble with people is they do not always do what you tell them to do. Try it with your kids or your spouse or strangers at the grocery store, and you will see what I mean. The formulas propose that if you do this and this and this, God will respond. When I was a kid I wanted a dolphin for the same reason.

I remember watching that television show I Dream of Jeannie when I was young, and I wondered at how great it would be to have a Jeannie of my own, complete with the sexy outfit, who could blink a grilled-cheese sandwich out of thin air, all the while cleaning my room and doing my homework. I realize, of course, that is very silly and there is no such thing as a genie that lives in a lamp, but it makes me wonder if secretly we don’t wish God were a genie who could deliver a few wishes here and there. And that makes me wonder if what we really want from the formulas are the wishes, not God. It makes me wonder if what we really want is control, not a relationship.

Some would say formulas are how we interact with God, that going through motions and jumping through hoops are how a person acts out his spirituality. This method of interaction, however, seems odd to me, because if I want to hang out with my friend Tuck, I don’t stomp my foot three times, turn around, and say his name over and over like a mantra, lighting candles and getting myself in a certain mood. I just call him. In this way, formulas presuppose God is more a computer or a circus monkey than an intelligent Being. I realize that sounds harsh, but it is true.
(Image: postmodern monkey at flickr)


Melissa said…
I love Donald Miller. Not some love like I "love rainy mornings" or "love happy endings." Its more a love like I "love Cold Stone Creamery.". Yep - its that kind of love. I crave his words like I crave a love-it sized portion of chocolate ice cream with M&Ms and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Now that is true love, let me tell ya. Hmmm . . I can't get enough of either.
Carmen Andres said…
i feel the same way about miller. there are a couple of writers out there that make me practically weep with joy because they articulate so well my own experience. miller is one of those. thanks for stopping by, melissa -- always a pleasure to hear from you! blessings.