The Bible is just too complicated. Scholars, theologians, clergy, and everyday
Christians spew out all manner of this means this and, no, that means that. God loves us all, but is going to torture us
to death if we are not Christians. You
must jump through this hoop and memorize that verse. Jesus was a simple carpenters son who is
going to come back and take holy revenge on all the bad guys, and that group
seems to include pretty much everybody.
Why even try? It is
hopeless. Nobody can be that good all
the time. I know Jesus was perfect, but
he was the only person in all the people to ever have existed. We're all going to hell and burn for
eternity. Who wants to live under a God
like that?
Religion, church attendance in general, is
dying. This Bible and all its outdated
laws, demands, demands, demands. All
those demands go against modern civilized society. Nobody has seen God or his son, Jesus, in
over 2000 years. Is this it? Is this fruitless, hopeless daily struggle
it? We live for a few years if we don't
die during or shortly after birth. We
have science and technology such as mankind could only imagine just a hundred
years ago, and it all indicates that this is it...one and done. I've never seen, heard, nor smelled God or
any other evidence of a supreme being.
Why are we here and why just to live a few years struggling, at best?
Hmmm...I recognize that person; that was
me at twenty-three, wasn't it Father? I
was a spiritual mess. I was running on
empty after the Vietnam War and really angry at You and mankind...mostly at
You. You wouldn't talk to me, I
thought. The truth is that I wasn't
listening. I was doing all the talking,
griping, and cussing. You couldn't get a
word in edgewise. I couldn't see
You. I had let the world hide You from
my sight.
Father, You have infinite patience to have
put up with my mouth. I recall some of
the terrible things I said about You.
Yet, you just turned the other cheek letting me wear myself down. I was mean.
I was the picture of cruelty. You
know that when I go into a fight, I give it all I have. I know You, and You knew exactly what you
were doing. You knew you had me right
where you wanted me. You wanted me to
let it all out. What an astounding game
plan you had.
I'm glad all that is over, but it was a
powerful and breathtaking display of perseverance, forgiveness, and love on
your part. You never veered from the lessons
You taught us and the example You set during your time upon this earth in human
form. Praise You, my Father. Holy is your name. Praise You for letting me come to know You on
a personal level. Praise You for not
striking me down. But I've never heard
nor seen You ever exhibit one instance of anger, hate, or revenge against
me. You have shown me nothing but love
and compassionate understanding. I have
never experienced your wrath. You spoil
me like an only-child. You could have
had me for far less, but chose instead to make me wealthy spiritually. I know you are up to something, Father. When our Lord comes the next time, I think we'll all be surprised by the manner in which He appears...again. You give us all these hints, but we are always surprised and looking in the wrong direction. I love You my dear Father. Amen
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