In Which I Find God

I found You in high school I think.
Maybe Jr. High.
I found you in the hormone combinations and chemically induced euphorias of music
and people who agreed with me.
I found You in the brown faces
of those poor, poor, folks who were born in that god-forsaken Tecate country
when they thanked me for solving all of their problems
which, by the way, only I could solve. Or at least someone of my privilege.

Well anyway, I found You, and it was great.
You made my path straight, like the walk across the lawn from the library to Wilden
as opposed to needing to follow the cornered sidewalk, which would be very inconvenient.
You set my mind to rightness
and I knew that all of my beliefs could be assured to be correct
because it's all about beliefs anyway
faith is believing that I'm right about you, and I can prove it
unlike all those unbelievers and evolutionists and gays
who are just deluding themselves by ignoring the pure logical construct that is You
oh God of Reason and America.
You taught me to bleed all over the flag to keep it running red.
Admittedly and idea I stole from Mission: Impossible III
And that capitalism and democracy were as core to a Christian Worldview© as, well, as You were.
And possibly more than You were. Because in the end, what You want from me is a worldview, right?
You want me to be correct, and logically sound, and solid.

Anyways, I guess I don't need You anymore. Because I built You out of logic.

Maybe next time, You find me.