Everyday Jesus

summersone —  January 18, 2014 — Leave a comment

Sometimes I stare out the window and contemplate the existence of everything. Are all of these atoms and cells and all the other biology terms that I forgot from high school predestined or is it all just the result of good timing? I would like to believe someone or something created me. I have even given thought to the idea of God creating the process of evolution, like the universe is God’s massive chia pet, all he had to do was add a little water and sit back and watch everything come to life on its own.


Of course I’m not allowed to think that and call myself a Christian–that would be blasphemy. I have come to the point where I don’t want to be slapped with that label anymore because in this country, if you call yourself a Christian you have to have a certain belief system full of marriage bans and death penalties.

Frankly, that is a load of crap. I’m pretty sure Jesus didn’t come start a revolution to keep two guys from getting married. I know I am not the only one to think these things up. I can’t be.

As my mind is lost in deep thought about the existence of God, the meaning of life, and the theology of man, a sound starts to creep into my consciousness. Suddenly my ear drums are filled with the sound of crying from my newborn daughter and I am awoken out of my day dream by my parental instinct to go check on her.

When I pick her up and look at her, I am reminded that finding God is not achieved by staring at the sun for too long or spending hours with your face buried in books on theology or even the bible in some cases. God is found through the miracle of a new life coming into the world. He is found by staring out the window not to ponder his existence but to see the birds cutting through the air as they take off in flight. He is found by realizing that God is not just found or experienced through the supernatural or extraordinary but the natural and ordinary.

We find ourselves begging for a sign from someone or something and don’t realize that sometimes you must get up off your knees and open your eyes to find it.


jonathan summers 2Jonathan Summers is a new writer, craft beer connoisseur, free thinker and brand new dad. He lives in Columbia, MO with his girlfriend. Jonathan will soon be launching a blog of his very own called Beer Dads (www.beerdads.wordpress.com) so stay tuned.

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