That’s a scary statement! It may be less uncomfortable if you assume that I am applying the rules for the title of a literary work by capitalizing each word. I could have been calling myself a god not the God but because it is a title it requires all caps. Then there is another possibility. I could be me attempting to grab the attention of the reader with the intention of pointing out that we are created in the image of God (Genesis 1:27 NIV). Maybe in a strange way this does make us God. Maybe, but I am not comfortable even attempting to defend the suggestion that I am God because I am made in His image.

I am the creator.

Another scary statement! I have inserted one title for God, with another, The Creator. I didn’t capitalize it this time so maybe I have room to maneuver but to be totally honest I am not comfortable with the possibility that someone could think that I believe I am in someway The Creator, God.

I have become the creator.

Another scary statement but for different reasons. I am not The God, I am not The Creator, but I have become the creator of god. God, to allow His creation to better understand Him, anthropomorphized Himself. In His word He assigns human characteristics to Himself so that you and I can somewhat grasp what is for the most part, beyond our grasp. This should be a one-way street; God can assign human traits to Himself, but I cannot assign human traits to God.

I am ashamed.

I have created God in my image, making Him what best suits me. God thinks the way I do. God acts in the ways I would. God loves in the way that makes me feel best. God hates who and what I hate. I have it all planned out because I know what God wants and how God thinks. I see the world through His eyes, and I approach it the way He would. If there is any difference between the reality of what is and what should be, it is not my misunderstanding of God but rather the world’s sinfulness getting in my way as I put into action His plan. I understand God, He is just like me because I am created in His image. I am God.

I am a narcissist.

I don’t mean to be but if look deep into myself, I see me in the centre. I see God through my eyes. I hear God through the filter of my ears. I understand God only as far as I am willing to make Him like me. This isn’t a personality disorder. This isn’t a mental illness. This is the human condition. This is my sin nature, the part of me that has evolved from the garden. The part that says I can know good from evil and make choices based on my understanding. The temptation of the snake didn’t stop because he eats dust and crawls on his belly. He still whispers, and to those who don’t listen, screams, “…you will be like God… (Genisis 3:5 NIV). The fruit is already eaten. The knowledge of good and evil has been released to all of us. Sin has entered the world and lives in the heart of man. Out of that sin we create God because we are like God in knowing good and evil but unlike God because our perspective is influenced by our own evil.

I am learning.

I have created the God of my understanding. I have substituted my human definitions of what it is to be the perfect being for the perfection of God. I have made God human, anthropomorphized Him so that I feel justified in my thinking. Of course, there is always grace and mercy just in case I get it wrong but God thinks like me so that is unlikely!

Nietzsche famously said “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.” Far be it from me to add to Nietzche but I will try:

God is dead to us. And we have killed him. We killed the true God and replaced him with one made in our image. Now I am God.  

There is a way that appears to be right, but in the end it leads to death. (Proverbs 14:12 NIV)

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. (Isaiah 55:8-9 NIV)