I admire people who have no need of a God. They must be truly great to not need one. There was a time when I did not believe in God. It was out of ignorance, not arrogance.
There are at least two reasons I need God. One, so that I have a role model. That’s right. It is not that I have transcended present and past role models in corporeal form. The question is this, metaphorically speaking, how many people past or present can meditate with a snake hissing in their ears? How many people can hold still a thought as easily as holding a deer all trussed up? Thoughts are after all like so many frightened deer darting hither and thither.
The second reason is that I need a support in time of spiritual crises. I have not transcended this need. I glad that I am now at least aware of this need. However I have some arrogance in me that baulks at the thought of taking such support. Fortunately, the saner part of my psyche knows very well that I have a long way to go before I can do away with the God crutch and be independent.
Do not mistake me, as far as God is concerned, there not an ounce of irreverence. Only utter humility. But there are many other ways in which my arrogance is reflected in this piece. For those who see them, please forgive me. For the arrogance has arisen out of fear. Here go back to the first reason I need God, to be able to meditate with a snake hissing in my ear.