To my favorite people: The crazy gringa, Uncle Silly and his bride, the two exotic princesses from opposite ends of the world, the old man, Uncle Pepe, and most importantly, my Farkel queen.

It has always been my confident expectation that God exists. Much of my life has been in the metaphoric desert searching for him…searching for my place in his economy…my mission…the reason for why I am. Much of the information I acquired about God came from other people. Since I wanted to be in good standing with God, I applied the knowledge I gained about God to my life. I took the spiritual experience of others…the instruction given to others…and wrongly assumed that God would have me do likewise. For whatever reason it never occurred to me that if God wanted something from me…wanted to instruct me…wanted to introduce himself to me that he would do it himself. My imagination tells me that God is vast and because of that vastness I thought myself insignificant and unworthy of his attention or personal engagement of me. Consequently, I had to unlearn a lot of misinformation and propaganda about God.

I say all that because I am a poor reflection of him…a poor indicator of his desirability. A person would be wise to not make a decision about God based on their perception of how I describe my experience of him…or what my behavior says about him. I am confident that at the divinely appointed time God will personally introduce himself to those I have placed at his feet. My fervent desire is that all my favorite people will say “I am pleased to meet you” when God in the perfect moment of his choosing extends his hand of invitation.

In retrospect it appears that as I learned about God through the circumstances of living, I had just as much to unlearn about him.