God dislikes being called god.

I create my own little world. Maybe that makes me a little like god. Because I’m a creator. Albeit, a creator of a very little world. And it may be largely a world that exists in my imagination. And my world is in a state of flux. It changes from day to day. Depending on my whim and focus. The nicest thing about having my own little world is that I can shut out much of what I don’t want. My world exists in a protective cocoon. Because I don’t want to accept much of the world around me. I didn’t create it. But I’ve created my cocoon. I know what to let in and out. I’ve designed it to my specifications. And I pretty much set the rules. Because I’m the master of my cocoon. That makes me comfortable. I let other people in. But only a special few. Kindred spirits. In a way, the cocoon is a garden. With flowers. And trees. Including the tree of knowledge. I eat fruit from the tree daily. Without fear of being punished or reprimanded. In fact, I have the approval of god. He wants me to not only feel like a creator. But to be his understudy. By practicing the role of a grand creator. In modest ways. To better understand why god really wants to be called The Creator. Yes, god dislikes being called god. –Jim Broede