What if the body of God contained the world as we know it? And not only our world, but the Universe and beyond… what would that look like? 

I began asking myself this as a hypothetical question. The more I pondered the more it dawned on me that there was, in truth, nothing hypothetical about it.   

The next question that followed was if the body of God contains the world, how am I living in it and what is my part in it?

It was a bit difficult for me to get my head around either question as at first I kept picturing God’s body in the human shape and form and initially I thought “No way!” But as I released the picture I was holding and I opened up to the possibility that the body of God does not necessarily have to resemble that of a human being, I began to consider the plausibility that there could be a ‘body’ of God.  

After all, there are more bodies we refer to than just the human one: we have a body of ocean, the body of a sentence, government bodies, etc. This body of God feels very much a living one, and I began to delve deeper into what this means to me.  

My walk this morning presented the perfect space to go deeper as I looked around me and above me and I could feel the vast presence of what was now, to me, coming to be the body of God. I didn’t see sky above me, I saw space. As I felt into how this space was feeling to me, I had a deep knowing that in God’s body I am ‘merely’ a cell. I don’t mean an insignificant cell: I mean a cell as in an intricate part of the magnificent whole.    

Looking at the possibility of being a cell in God’s body amused me because I have never really considered the cells in my own body let alone God’s – for the most part I very much take my own cells for granted but I immediately understood that to God, even the cells in his body are Divine. God is a Divine being in whatever shape or form that may be and if I am a cell in his body it means that I too am Divine. I smiled as I thought “How cool is that?” and I could actually feel the possibility of it.   

The body I am most familiar with is mine and so I related being a cell in God’s body to being a cell in my own. It was so awesome! I could feel that I was a part of this magnificent whole and that without my presence the magnificent whole would not be whole or magnificent. I could also feel how God loves each of his cells equally; he does not prefer or favour one cell over another and that to be held in God’s love is as awesome as it sounds – a returning home to the intimate familiarity of a love that is astounding and all encompassing.   

As I returned to the question I was asking myself: “If the body of God contains the world, how am I living in it and what is my part in it?” I felt myself sobering up a bit. Good question.   

I elaborated on this question, getting a bit more specific: “If I am a cell in God’s body, am I living in a way that makes me a healthy cell or an unhealthy cell?” This to me felt a bit more relatable as in our human form most of us are very familiar with the difference between healthy and unhealthy cells.   

Raising and feeling into this question was not to judge or belittle myself in any way – it was a question that came from a deep contemplative love and sense of responsibility. Realising that this question was being asked in the energy of God’s love, I felt empowered to take a loving, truthful look at what my response would be.   

In aligning with God’s loving energy I began to understand that regardless of what my response would be, what matters is that I am asking the question and showing a willingness to be open. To not only take a look at how I have been living up to this point as a cell in God’s body, but to look at and understand how in re-aligning with God’s beholding love any wayward tendencies I may have had can be healed at the root cause and be released. This then allows me to lovingly return to being a productive intimate part of and a loving contributor to the magnificent, Divine whole as the divinely healthy cell that in truth I have always been.     

By Brigette Evans, Re-opening my eyes, heart and inner-doors – all of which had been closed for a very, very long time, Worcestershire, UK  

Further Reading:
God’s Waiting Room
Relationships, Me and God
The Magic of God in a Commercial Kitchen