During a five-minute meditation in a 12-step meeting last week, I had a terrifying thought — how does God want me to spend my day? Then the scary questions just kept on coming: How does God want me to deal with my neighbors? How does God want me to treat my clients? How does God want me to relate to my family? How does God want me to treat my enemies? My creditors? How does God want me to blog? To surf the web? To watch TV? Is God OK with my obsession with football? How does God want me to watch Netflix? Does God want me to watch Game of Thrones? Does God want me to get another job?
I find it easier to ask, what does Jewish law say about this, then to ask, what does God want in this situation.
How does God want me to conduct my business? How does God want me to conduct my friendships? How does God want me to relate to my rabbis? How does God want me to conduct myself in shul? Is God OK with me using my time in shul primarily to talk to people? Is God OK with me skipping out on the Torah reading and the sermon to shmooze? How does God want me to look at women? How does God want me to treat women I want to bed? How long does God want me to lust? Is God OK with me lusting 15 minutes a day? How does God want me to treat blacks, Mexicans and Muslims? How does God want me to write about race? How does God want me to blog about Jews, Judaism and Israel? How much would my life change if I kept asking myself, what does God want from me in this situation? Where would I get my kicks?
