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About the M in OMG

San Clemente sunset
San Clemente sunset

Oh my God. I’d like to be involved in a Q&A segment on this.

The topic of religion, beliefs and spirituality makes for fascinating conversation, don’t you think?

Um, apparently not.

Lord knows I’ve tried to “go there” at dinner parties after a prawn cocktail and a couple of Proseccos. Inevitably the idea of discussing denominations is met with an awkward smile, a mumbled response and a side-step to something embarrassing and not even slightly related, like Kanye West’s 2020 Presidential campaign. I’d say amen, but it’s more like an ahem.

I get it, it’s not kosher to talk about religion. But stuff it, I want to.

Who is your God? What does He or She look like? How does it make you feel to believe? What does it do for you? If you don’t “have” one, why do you say “Oh my God”? Think about it.

Oh. MY. God…


I am curious why we’re so intent on keeping this stuff private; and why this matter is so taboo. There’s no right or wrong here. It’s part of our backbone; it’s vital to who we are. Your belief is your truth. If I am interested in befriending and loving you as your own person, why wouldn’t I want to know that about you? If your God is a Messiah with Rastafarian dreads please tell me. Don’t keep that shit to yourself man. It’s too good to hide. I want your divinity to meet mine and may there be wonderful debate between them.

While I’m comfortable to approach the topic and share what has been a major part of my life, albeit ever evolving, I’ve realised my fear (and more than likely that of others) lies in being met with a vehement response. For instance, an alternative that provides an intelligent Stephen-Hawking-like scientific reasoning to the beginning of time. One which spirituality and clutching to intangible remnants of airy religious lustres cannot defend.

I worry too, that another may perceive that I am dissing their God simply by voicing my notion of mine. I’m not saying you should convert to my preacher. This stuff is personal. Think of it like football teams. I love the Crows. You follow Freo? Whatever floats your boat. That’s cool.

I find it intriguing that we are so ready to defend what makes us us.

I’d love to know more about you. The deeper your reality, scientific, religious or otherwise, the more I want to hear it. Speak it to me with passion. Know that you’re safe to share your truth in my presence. I don’t care if you pray to the east and I pray elsewhere. I don’t care if you don’t pray at all. I care that you are a good soul with good intentions who is willing to be honest with me. That’s who I want to share a prawn cocktail and a Prosecco with.

If we can beg to differ on our choice of music, appreciate that our heritage lies in various nations, and that public schools suit your family’s lifestyle while private schools suit others, why can’t we accept that our belief—or not—in the Creator, the Source, that from which we came and that to which we fly in our afterlife varies?

Oh MY God. I know who You are and I love You. But it doesn’t matter in the slightest to me if I’m in this religion on my own.


Sue McKay
Loving life as I boldly go where I've never been before. I'm a writer, photographer, and business owner of Kick It To Me Enterprises with a Grand-Canyon-sized vision involving my Nikon, sport, and my blog.

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