God, a bag and me

Somewhere, somewhen it went missing, but now I have got it back again, my faith in God. At first it was the word “GOD” that irritated me. It was no longer credible and simply full of negative undertones. And that was the crux of the matter. God was and is always THE SAME. The people were the reason for these negative undertones.

First the feeling was there again, like that of a new born child that simply senses that it is being watched over, that trusts blindly and also knows who it trusts. This feeling that always tells me what is right and what is wrong. When I listen to my inner voice and go my way. I am just a normal man with strengths and weaknesses. I smoke, unfortunately still too much, like women, often swear too much, and, God knows, am not perfect. But I am trying with all my heart to become a better person. Every day a little more, but not always with success. But I get help and support withstanding temptations. I can feel it and have my sense of basic trust back. HE is with me, it is simply GOD.

So much is going wrong …

on this planet and that has always got me down. Where should one start, whose fault is it? I no longer want to waste my energy with accusations and anger. Let everyone do what he thinks he should. After all in the end each of us has to answer for his actions. God’s law is what counts and this law is built on love and not on paragraphs.

I try not to tread on anyone’s feet with my actions. But if I should do so, I want to accept the responsibility for it. Not always easy, but it can be done. If lots of people attach more importance to ensuring that the people around them live by this maxim, showing the courage of their convictions, then we will become God’s movement.

And then, sometime in the summer of 2005, I had this idea. I was holding a bag in my hands, a bit like the bag I now want to sell here worldwide. This bag had accompanied me on numerous trips and was simply indispensable. Waterproof and practically indestructible. In some ways the bag was like my relationship to God.

I had had it for quite a long time without really knowing what it can actually do. And then I never wanted to give it away again or swap it. And then the idea: Why not make a bag like it with the inscription ”GOD” and donate a large part of the profits for humanitarian projects? Perhaps it would be possible to sell lots of bags, perhaps even

100,000,000 worldwide… ?

After all, that is only 1.5% of the world population and so it must be possible. If … … and that is how it all began. Now I am at the start and from now on it’s not only ME but US.

Because I haven’t been able to do everything on my own! There were some really kind people who helped me. Just like that! One thing I have learned from this is: If you have an idea, go for it, no matter how crazy the idea might seem. It is your inner voice and if the idea comes from your heart and you try really hard, God really helps you. Don’t set limits to your thoughts, but show respect for God’s law, it will show you your limits.

Help and accept help. Helping is fun and does you good, so let other people share this feeling and let others help you. As you go on your way look to the right and the left, and sometimes even behind you, and greet the people who God moves. God is there for everyone and to HIM we are all equal. I believe that nobody has the right to want to have God to himself.

I do not want to insult anyone with this bag and the inscription God, to be disrespectful or to leave anyone out. I sincerely hope that this God bag will give not give any cause for trouble. The idea is to get people talking to each other and to show, how many WE actually are.

I wish you love and peace!

Stefan Semel
Mannheim, October 2007