As I was walking to work this morning, I was listening to Crash Test Dummies CD called “God Shuffled his Feet.” I was struck by the lyrics in this song. I love this song so much. I will explain. First, share with me in the lyrics, and say “Huh, what?”

After seven days
He was quite tired so God said:
“Let there be a day
Just for picnics, with wine and bread”
He gathered up some people he had made
Created blankets and laid back in the shade

The people sipped their wine
And what with God there, they asked him questions
Like: do you have to eat
Or get your hair cut in heaven?
And if your eye got poked out in this life
Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

So he said:”Once there was a boy
Who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy
Until he ran out into the warm air
He thought of how his friends would come to see;
And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

The people sat waiting
Out on their blankets in the garden
But God said nothing
So someone asked him: “I beg your pardon:
I’m not quite clear about what you just spoke
Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?”

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

To me, this is the perfect example of miscommunication. An eternal being speaking with a mortal mind. I smile, I laugh, I dance, when I understand this! I’ve been looking for definitive answers for unanswerable questions. This perspective, it’s a universal miscommunication between God and humans, this thrills me. It is not the end-all-be-all answer. It is a small epiphany but it is one to be explored nonetheless.

It is so often that I do not realize a simple truth because I have no perspective. I do not realize what I am in relation to the great wide world. I wonder what is the point? I wonder where is the meaning?

Try explaining to a child a sonnet, iambic pentameter, calculus. No, first they must learn to count, to spell. Try explaining to a nail that it’s purpose is to be plunged into wood to hold it together. Try to explain to a bee that you are a loving beekeeper and not a white marshmallow blob rattling the hive.

I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m just tiny. I do not have to have it all figured out! Thank God for miscommunications!