Serve God

Another of my favorite things about vodou is this—divinity is everywhere, and you cannot help but serve it. Disbelief serves divinity just fine. Violence does, too. Pick your negative emotion, pick your positive, the answer is the same. Divinity was served.

God is in the whorehouse, the jail, the corporate boardroom, and wandering the streets of any city. Divinity is in your bedroom with you, looking at your phone with you, talking to your wife.

Because divinity is you, too. There is the seed of divinity inside you, growing, until you are able to know yourself and rejoin divinity.

God is in the mother cradling her child.

God is in the soldier gunning down civilians.

People go vegetarian to serve god—god eats meat just fine—or do all sorts of things for god, but really to show other people that they are special. Do it, if it makes you feel better. Perhaps there’s a lesson in it for you, but I always want to tell people that they, too, are divinity.

How could any behavior they adopt be a message to god if they, too, are god, slowly rising to the surface? You are not separate from the people around you. You are not separate from god. No one with whom you try to communicate with special behaviors is not also god, like you.

God does not need to be placated. God is not judging you. You might be judging yourself, in which case you’ve accepted that you are also god.

Death happens, but no life is wasted or lost. In this life, I serve god by serving people, but also by serving myself—by becoming myself.

I do not need to wear special clothes or do special behaviors.

God is still god, no matter where god happens to be.