I spy joy in a sign
I have no religion. I don’t attend church.
I consider myself to be a very spiritual person.
I don’t believe in hell. Never have. I can’t even begin to fathom a God that would put anyone in such a place. It just doesn’t make sense. I mean, I would never put my children in anything even close to hell. My children have my absolute and total unconditional love. Absolute. There is nothing–nothing–my kids could ever do to change that. No matter what they do I want the very best for them. I want the best and highest of love and joy for them.
If I love my children like that, wouldn’t God?
So when I–a woman without religion– saw this man holding this sign, something clicked in me.
This man is wearing a nice, clean jacket; with a nice, clean, shaved face and cut hair. Which is only to say, I can tell he’s not using this sign as a means to make money (like so many others on freeway ramps). He needs nothing from me or anyone else who happened to be driving off the Mill Plain exit on I-205 in Vancouver, Washington. He’s just sharing a message. Of love. And joy.
God loves you.
God loves you. Allah loves you. Buddha loves you. The Universe loves you.
You are loved and adored beyond belief. Beyond condition.