Why am I supposed to love if I don't want to?

I find it interesting. I'm watching Oprah, and they are talking to this author, who wrote some thing called 'eat pray love' about spiritual journeys and india and italy and bali and meditation and stuff.
It talks about slowing down, taking time for yourself and stuff, meditation, prayer and stuff. The author keeps talking about 'god'

I would like to pop into the the television and ask her which god she is talking about.

I believe that i know the one and only one, the true god.
But I would like to know who she believes she is talking to, and encouraging others to talk to.
What does he/she think of her? What is he/she doing in the world.
Does she know whether or not this god actually listens?

She said that 'god is the perfection which absorbs'. apparently a gnostic thing.

I don't like that idea. I'm slowly learning to disagree with people and I disagree with this lady.
God is a real thinking feeling listening talking acting being.
sure, on an unbelievably deeper level than us, but still.

I don't believe that god is just a blissful sponge waiting for people to sit there and clear their heads and be sucked on into his perfection.

I believe that he is jealous for me loves like a hurricane i am a tree, bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
I believe that his grace is an ocean and we're all sinking.

he loves us, oh how he loves us

he is jealous for me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYu68H7nNGQ&NR=1

watch it.

For the ten minutes it will take you to watch this, stop studying. stop.

for just ten minutes.

stop for ten minutes and watch this thing and let yourself cry, or just be impacted in whatever form it takes on you.

i think i might actually change my blog title cos of this, cos this is just...

He is jealous for me,
Love's like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

So we are his portion and he is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes,
If grace is an ocean we're all sinking.

So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest.

I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way
He loves us

oh how he loves us so