What is Your Image of God…and Do You Believe in It?

What is Your Image of God…and Do You Believe in It? December 16, 2021

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The reason I left the Church was because the God I was handed simply wasn’t believable. 

Raised on rational and critical thought, I couldn’t understand the idea of an all-powerful being in the sky, just above the terrestrial plain but never in a specific location, who looks down and passes judgement upon us all.

In search of some form of proof, I asked questions.

I went to my parents and asked about why we used masculine language for this God. I asked about the existence of heaven and hell. I asked about justice and salvation. But no matter the amount of information I gained through listening to their interpretations and their experiences, I still couldn’t rationally grasp the literal existence of such a being.

And on top of not being able to conceptualize such a God, I also had no experience of this kind of being. At no point in my life had I seen or felt this Zeusian figure showing up to save the day, let alone asking me to worship him.

When I was younger, my Xbox froze as I was in the middle of passing from Kurt Warner to Torry Holt in Madden 2003 (for some reason, I liked the Rams). Jumping up from the couch, I remember getting on my hands and knees, praying to this God, negotiating a truce: “if you unfreeze my Xbox, I promise I’ll pray every day from here on out!”

When no answer came and I pitifully had to restart the game console and lose all my hard-won progress, I had experiential proof that this God didn’t exist, couldn’t hear me, or obviously didn’t care about the important things happening down here on Earth.

If I could neither logically or experientially prove this God existed, I figured it didn’t.

What is the image of the Divine you were handed? In what ways were you able to believe in it or not believe in it?


We Become the God We Worship

In the progressive churches I’ve experienced, the image of God that’s presented doesn’t seem that different from the one presented in conservative theological spaces. Largely still seen as a “being” out there, it’s repeated again and again that this divine force comes into the world as if on an alien spacecraft.

Throughout the music and prayers and sermons, male and patriarchal language still dominates. While there has been some progress in including more feminine pronouns, these spaces are still fully stuck in the binary, defaulting again and again to seeing the Divine as a Father, King, and Lord.

And in the way most progressive churches I’ve experienced meet, hierarchy still reigns. Modeled after a throne room, the sanctuaries and gathering spaces are designed to keep eyes on the one with the credentials, the space where most people will never walk.

In other words, the God presented in progressive spaces seems much like the same God presented in conservative spaces…just maybe a bit happier with us. (Us being the progressives, at least.)

Instead of offering a different vision of the Divine, my experience is that progressive churches are just changing some language here and there, ignoring this tradition or that, but largely keeping intact the same God I found unbelievable as a teenager. And then wondering why people aren’t showing up.


But here’s what I truly care about.

My deepest concern is not that the churches are emptying; as a good millennial, I’m not sure I care about the survival of any institution. And my deepest concern is not that some people are worshiping a God I can’t; you do you. My fear, and my experience, is that we become the God we worship. The image and shape of the Divine we say we believe in serves as a model for how we ourselves walk in the day-to-day. 

  • If our image of the Divine is judgmental, we have cover to be judgmental. 
  • If our image of the Divine is stuck in the binary, we have cover to do the same. 
  • If our image of the Divine sometimes doesn’t show up (and clearly doesn’t understand the importance of Madden), we have a glorious excuse to not show up as well.

In my experience, the image of God created and presented in progressive churches does a great job providing religious justification and holy language for Democrats, which is nice I suppose, but not nearly radical enough for the world we live in.

And for a person who is seeking a deeper sense of embodied spirituality, it’s not enough for them either.

I have a feeling I’m not the only one with these experiences. In fact, I know I’m not because almost all of my friends grew up in Christian churches and almost none of my friends still attend them. Instead, they’re walking in nature, going to the beaches, spending Sunday mornings with their kids, practicing meditation and yoga, or something else that breathes life into their souls.

One of my internal projects right now is working on re-understanding my image of the Divine. It’s hard work! It feels like I’m constantly unlayering an onion, peeling away more and more traditions and orthodoxies and beliefs I’ve been told to believe but simply can’t or don’t.

And at this stage in my process of reconstructing that image, the Divine feels a lot less like a “thing” and a lot more mysterious: a flow, a force, the essence of creativity, an is-ness. Something to tap into rather than pray up to. I’m still processing.

What is your image of the Divine?

What are the things you’ve been taught about the Divine that you’ve had to let go of?

Who are your teachers guiding you in your spiritual journey?

About Andrew Lang
Andrew Lang is a high school teacher in Tacoma, Washington and an alumnus of Richard Rohr’s Living School for Action and Contemplation. For the past eight years, he has led workshops on contemplative spirituality and community development throughout the Pacific Northwest. You can read more about the author here.

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