So I asked God to help me find a parking space, a request that is frowned upon by my more astute philosophical friends. Heavens, I frown myself upon such a squalid prayer. It is so illogical, so unimportant and redolent of vanity.
Really today, I asked Him -- Christ, actually -- to help me with my tax return. And all the while there is the suffering of millions of humans and a possible mass extinction in the seas, the die-off of honeybees, and the possibility of global war and revolution about which I'm warned by hierarchs and clergy.
To make my request even more inane, in my own local context, there are suicides and approaching suicides -- especially the sort that take years instead of an instant to pull off ... there are backsliding families who are fading into the ubiquitous "nones" who won't believe in anything ... there are an expanding list of addictions.
Still, I have the simple-minded audacity to ask for Divine help on my 1040.
You see, I need my familiar God.
Yes, yes, I know. He is infinite, if He is real at all. He is monotheistic if there is a God at all. He is transcendent and apathetic if He is Creator at all, completely independent of the creation that is utterly contingent upon Him.
Let us take the argument against my childishness to its logical end: if the Holy Trinity were to commit everything, personally, to salvation -- to the Incarnation and even the Cross and the unimaginable descent into Hell, then why would I dare -- in the vast perspective of infinite and absolute transcendence on one hand, and on the other the decrepitude of humanity and the remainder of the physical creation it has polluted --
-- why would I even suggest a stupid, childish request for help in this scary approach of an undisciplined, naive bowing and scraping approach to the desk of the tax collector (albeit on the internet), from this Crucified Christ to help me with a bureaucratic ritual, a veritable "first world" problem, in the face of the dying third and fourth and fifth world poor?
If there is reality at all, there is God at all. And if there is God at all, there is One, not a pantheon, not a pleroma, and certainly not the lazy materialistic quanta of divinity just beyond the next projection of the maths at LHC. And if there is One, there are Three Persons: such is the logic of the sheer givens.
It is that Personhood that lets me apprehend Christ in the present, even in the small time, the time of looking for a parking space at a hospital, wondering what to say at a funeral, praying hard to call back an embittered parishioner to communion, pleading to protect my daughters and sons-in-law and especially my granddaughter, yearning for providence to watch over my best friend and soulmate and helpmeet of my heart ...
... and, to make things clear, do I deprive a starving, impoverished third-worlder, unjustly deprived of his providence by an admittedly cruel imperialistic, globalized one percent nameless corporate system (that I no doubt have colluded with) -- do I deprive him or her of grace by asking for Divine aid in my tiny first-world irritations?
Do I dare to ask Him for a parking space, to watch over my little dog?
If the One Who is asked is infinite, it would be not be unlikely.
And if the Infinite One -- Christ the Word -- is Person, it would be likely.
Because God is Love, He is Trinity, and He is Person.
Because He is Person, I can confess that I am small, and be okay. And ask away.