What should I write about?

“What should I write about?” I asked God. I had written a post predicting more conversations with God and once again, my prediction was being borne out.

“That’s not God,” said a reader. I had predicted that at least one reader would say that. And here one was. As predicted.

“Maybe,” said another reader, it’s just a ‘reader’ part of your mind, and ‘God’ is just another part,” said another ‘reader.’ I had predicted that, too.

“We’ve already settled who I am,” God said. “I told you in this post. Let’s get on with this one.”

I got on with it.

“What should I write about?” I asked again, restoring the flow of the conversation.

“I don’t do should,” God said. “I gave you free will, not free should. Decide what you will do. Don’t ask what you should do”

“But I might make a mistake,” I said. And quickly caught myself making a mistake. I had just written a post about making mistakes. It was titled “Mistakes are the only route to knowledge--even for God.” Mistakes were not bad. Even God made mistakes.

“Right,” God said. “You might want to read that post again,” God said. “I’ll wait.”

I read. God waited. I corrected several mistakes.

“Which makes my point,” God said.

“And mine,” said the post about making mistakes. Its content had been changed but its link was unchanged. You can read it now if you hadn’t earlier.

“I get it,” I said. “If I make a mistake, detect the mistake, and correct the mistake I will be better off than if I never make the mistake.”

“Right,” said God.

“But what if, instead of correcting an old mistake I make a new one? What if I make things worse?” I asked. “I’ve made things worse in the past. I’ve gone around and around making things better, worse, better, worse.”

“You won’t make things worse,” God said. “as long as you let Me help you. That’s why the last few posts have gone so well. You’ve invited me in.”

God was right. (“Of course I am,” God said). This post, this post, this post. and this post had all gone well. This one had gone poorly until I let God show up.

“It’s either me or the ego,” God said. “One or the other.”

The ego judges. God encourages.

“It’s not good enough,” the ego says.

“It’s perfect,” God says.

“No one reads your blog and no one’s going to read it,” the ego says.

“If you blog it, they will come,” God says. “Besides, fuck them if they don’t. You’re not writing this for anyone else. You love writing, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Then write with me.”

God says I should keep putting a subscribe button at the bottom of the page.