The wind whistled, the birds sang, the colors whispered, the leaves danced, all in the wood where the boy stood.
And he stood, silent and solemn, while the leaves pranced in the wind. With his eyes closed, and soul opened, a Voice whispered.
The voice smiled. Just Me, no worries love.
But who’s Me?
You are a boy, the Voice joked, I Am Me, the wind that caresses your cheek, the passion in your art, the colors in the sky. I Am everything.
Okay, and I’m sorry to pry but if You are all of those things, what should I call You?
You may call Me whatever you please, it makes no difference to Me.
But You must have a name…
Do I? A name defines who someone is, if you have no name, no one can define who you can be.
In church they call You God.
Yes, I go by that Name sometimes. The Voice danced around the boy as if playing with the leaves.
I heard a man near the subway call You Jesus, and another Krishna, and another Buddha, are those You as well?
What do you think? The Voice asked smiling, knowing the answer.
I don’t know. The boy said honestly. Can You just tell me?
Does the answer matter?
Well, kind of, how can I get to know You better if I don’t know which of those You are? And how do I know You are who You say You are and not an impostor? And how will I find You again if I don’t know who to call out for?
You’re doing it again.
Trying to define Me. You are talking with Me now and you didn’t need to know My name then, so why do you need to know it for the future?
Because there are those who say Jesus is God and others who think Jesus is a prophet, or vice versa, or etc, what if I get to know someone who is not You, but believing it is You?
That’s not possible.
What do You mean?
If you seek anything, with Me in mind, you will never miss Me.
So I could seek Jesus or Krishna or Buddha or Muhammad, I will find You again?
If you seek anything, with Me in mind, you will never miss Me.
The voice laughed. You keep trying to pinpoint me as if I was a human walking in a human body, or someone in a crowd, or someone you could spot from afar. You cannot pinpoint Me in a crowd because I am in the crowd and outside of the crowd. I Am like the wind; you cannot pinpoint exactly where the wind is, but you know the wind is there.
The wind whistled and blew over the boy’s body. How about this then? At church they say that Jesus is the only way to get to You, is that true? The boy was trying to trick the Being into an answer.
What is truth?
You didn’t answer my question.
Didn’t I? Hmm, maybe by answering My question, your question will be answered.
Ugh, fine. What is truth? He asked out loud to himself. Um… truth is what is right, what is factual, what is absolute, what is reality… I guess that is truth.
That’s all You have to say? I thought by answering Your question, my question would be answered?
You are a feisty one and that is one of My favorite qualities about you.
My feistiness? Why is—You’re trying to change the subject!
The voice laughed. You answered your question earlier in the conversation without knowing you answered it.
Think about it. You said truth is what is factual, what is right, what is absolute, what is reality…
Yeah, but the whole reason I asked that question was because everyone has a different idea of what is factual, and right, what is absolute, and what reality is…
The voice was silent but the wind blew the leaves around and around at the boy’s feet.
I see what You are doing and A) I don’t appreciate it and b) I don’t understand, if everyone has a different idea of what truth is, doesn’t that go against the definition of truth?
Think about it, I know you know the answer.
Gosh, being God, or whatever You are, You sure make me do a lot of the legwork here.
The voice belly laughed at that one. Comedy, that’s another quality I like in you.
The boy rolled his eyes. Okay, so I asked You if Jesus was the only way to get to You and You said—
I didn’t say anything.
Okay… You implied that everyone has a different idea of what truth is—
You said that.
Fine, You refused to answer my question when I said that everyone has a different idea of truth, which would mean that since everyone has their own idea of what truth is, like some people may say Jesus is the only way to know You and others would say otherwise, that… let me guess… ‘If you seek anything, with Me in mind, you will never miss Me’.
See, I did answer your question.
The boy dropped his head. You are relentless.
The voice chuckled and continued dancing with the leaves.
Then after several moments of silence, the boy asked another question. How can everyone have his or her own idea of truth? Isn’t it either right or wrong? Either Jesus is the only way, or He isn’t.
You are trying to define Me again.
Yes, I am, because in order to understand You I need to at least be able to define some part of You.
You are looking at this through the wrong lens.
What lens is that?
The human lens.
But I am a human, so I have to look at through that lens.
Yes, you are, and that’s another thing I love about you but I Am not human, you cannot put me in a box like you put other human things. I Am not defined by what’s right or wrong, what is yes or no, what is this or that. Human nature limits you to see things dually, but I Am not made of just two parts… but infinite parts. Saying there is only one particular way to know the whole Me not only limits Me but demeans my very Being. Answer Me this, do you know everything about your parents, or your friends?
No. I mean everyone has secrets.
But I do not? What makes you think you can even start to define Me if you cannot even define your own parents?
Well then tell me who You are so I can know You.
Sweet child, I know you want to understand Me, and one day you will but trust Me when I say that you know everything you need to know about Me in this moment.
But I don’t know anything! All I know is that You are here with me now.
Shouldn’t that be enough? If I told you anymore about who I Am, you wouldn’t have the pleasure to find Me on your own. I Am like a lover you met for the very first time. You wouldn’t want to know everything about that person immediately after meeting them would you? You would want to get to know them little by little because that is the process of falling in love. Love is a journey, you don’t want to ruin the trip by skipping to the end do you?
I guess not, but will I see You on this journey? What if I take a road that you aren’t on?
If you seek anything, with Me in mind, you will never miss me.
So the church is wrong, by saying there is only one path we can take to find You?
No, no one is wrong My love. The only thing that is wrong is saying you are right.