In my last post I said, "God is good, pie is great." I said it as a joke.
But I have since come to the startling realization that I think far more about pie than I do about God.
I don't know what this indicates.
I had my existential crisis at age 13. It's not an experience I hope to repeat any time soon. (The crisis part was mostly contemplating my existence and the lack of godly presence in my life while trying to fall asleep on a bed covered with stuffed animals.)
Thinking about God so much was decidedly uncomfortable and slowly drove me crazy: God is so twisty and fickle and unknowable and impossible to understand. The concept of God is too BIG.
Eventually I gave up trying to decide if there was some greater force in the universe.
So I focus on the particulars in life: the smell of wet earth after a summer rain, comfortable shoes, the color blue, flowers, and blueberry nectarine pie.