Where I Go to Meet the Divine
A personal reflection for those who find God in green things
You go to church to see God.
I find divinity in the trees.
This line has been sitting with me lately. Quietly. Heavily. Comfortably, even. Like a truth that’s always been there, waiting for me to say it out loud.
This is a personal story, yes, but not just mine. I know others out there feel this too. So here it is.
Not long ago, I heard I’d come up in conversation. Someone asked, “Why doesn’t Agy come to church?” I don’t think it was asked maliciously, probably more from curiosity than anything else. Still, maybe there was a little judgment in there too. And that’s fine.
But the question stayed with me.
I let it sit. I let it breathe. I didn’t rush to explain myself away. I just asked my own soul, gently: Why don’t I?
And the answer was quiet but sure.
I wasn’t raised in religion. My parents had their own complicated relationship with faith, and instead of forcing it on us, they let us find our own path. …
