God or god?

Have you read or heard someone say "the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob?" Before reading the book of Genesis, these names had no meaning behind them and they were just a list of names like Ahuzzath, Phicol and Jokshan.
Yet, as I continued to read the history of these men and the working of the Lord in their lives, I began to know each one a little more. Isn't that the way it is with relationships with people in our paths? How often do you know someone in passing the hallway at your job, school, or organization that you only know by name. Starting with a simple hello or ask them to meet over coffee, just to get to know that person can be very rewarding.
Moving on....
Now I am reading in the book of Exodus. I knew from school that Egyptians worshipped gods. This reality came to my mind today. So I went back to into Exodus and read how Moses asked God what his reply should be when Pharaoh asks who sent him, God replied with "I AM WHO I AM."  This kind of struck me as odd. Doesn't everyone know who the "I AM WHO I AM" is?
Well I looked up Egyptian gods and there is a long list.  Just a few to mention: Aken - ferry man  to the world, Bata - bull god, and  Geb - god of the earth, first ruler of Egypt and husband of Nut.  Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. We serve gods all day everyday and for the most part we don't realize it.
Maybe there are no names for them yet but god of electronics, god of video games, or maybe a god of fate or protection,  It's funny, if I was not willing to work with a schedule to be diligent in reading the Bible with consistency, I wouldn't get the full understand of God the Almighty. 
I can see where putting our trust in other things makes us confined to our "stuff" and in bondage to the "things" of the world. It is very constricting and sometimes down right nasty when we look back.
But now, I have more compassion for people who don't know this "I AM WHO I AM."  I want everyone to know that there are religions out there that worship not just one god with many names, but many gods with just one name.
I'm not here to judge you, but to introduce you to a Friend of mine. He is loving, kind, gentle, won't beat you with a stick,, isn't distant, or even unloving, but just the opposite. Right now He might be a stranger to you,  but if you just say hello and meet with him over coffee or maybe you need someone else that knows him to introduce you. I promise, you will enjoy His company.
So which will you choose today the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob or the god of something else that is empty?

~ Just a thought
Marjorie

A Letter For Us All

Dear Friend:

I hate meetings. I hate Higher Power. I hate anyone who has a program. To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death and I wish you suffering.

I am writing to introduce myself. I am the DISEASE OF ADDICTION. Cunning, Baffling, and powerful—That is me. I have killed millions and I am pleased. I love to catch you with the elements of surprise. I love pretending that I am your friend and lover. I have given you comfort, have I not? Wasn’t I there when you were lonely? When you wanted to die, didn’t you call me? I was there. I love to make you hurt. I love to make you cry. Better yet, I love when I make you so numb you neither hurt nor cry. You can’t feel anything at all. This is true glory. I will give you instant gratification, and all I ask of you is long-term suffering. I have been there for you always. When things were going right in your life, you invited me. You said you did not deserve these good things, and I was the only one who would agree with you. Together we were able to destroy all good things in your life.

People don’t take me seriously. They take strokes seriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously. Fools they are, they don’t know that without my help these things would not be so possible.

I am such a hated disease and yet do not come uninvited. You choose to keep me in your life. Many have chosen me over reality and peace.

More than you hate me I hate all of you who have a recovery program. Your programs, your meetings, your Higher Power all weaken me and I can’t function in the manner I am accustomed to.

Now I must lie here quietly. You don’t see me, but I’m growing bigger than ever. When you only exist, I may live. When you live, I only exist. But I am here…and until we meet again…if we meet again. I wish you death and suffering.

                                               Faithfully yours,

                                          YOUR ADDICTION