I'm Catholic, at least by birth and raising. God's supposed to be everywhere, but honestly, I have a hard time seeing it. Besides, I'm not sure if I like him and if he's even as great (decent) or Great (powerful) as the Good Book says.
Bad things happen to good people. Things like shawnmmc's witness, or the homeless on the streets, and hell, even the tsunamis ( an aside: if you can't laugh at the tsunami, what can you laugh at? you have to laugh at hell, otherwise the horror that is the world will get to you. ) truly make me doubt if God in all his glory actually gives a ****. If Evil is allowed to punish evildoers, why does it all to often hit those who aren't... bad? Unless, Brent, you wish to argue that Shawn's really, in his heart of hearts, a low-down dirty nogoodnik.
Why do the good, the blessed have to suffer? Is it to teach them a lesson? I'd think most people would learn their lesson after maybe a year or two of excruciating hell on earth... so why must their homelessness continue? Why would people spared the terrible death of the tsunami be blessed with the scourge of cholera? Is it payment for the Great Beyond? Do I have to sacrifice joy here to have... well, notMisery in Heaven?
And what is with the Book of Job? What am I supposed to take away from that? That we will be blessed by having unshakeable faith in a deity that makes a gamey bet with his counterpart with... everything we had returned to us? As Mirage says in The Incredibles, "Next time, bet your own life." Besides, if I want a bull**** moral like that, I'll watch the crapfest that's Miracle on 34th Street where the little girl learns that Santa Does Exist because she gets Her Stuff. I just can't buy that a wonderful, just, and loving God would allow **** like this to happen.
So no, he and I aren't exactly on talking terms.
I'm not a nihilist, not a Daoist, and not even existentialist, no matter what my posts sometimes sound like. Sure, nothing we do now really matters. Everything done is meaningless, an exercise in futility. So what? In nothing, there's potential. So do it anyway. God, if he's out there, doesn't give a **** about you. So what? Be nice to people anyway.
The real shame here is that at one point, I desperately wanted to believe what I'd been taught. I wish I had my mother's faith--it seems to have given her resources that I've never imagined anyone to have. But every prayer of hers that goes unanswered, every miserable thing that happens to her along the way... well, makes me like God less. She loves him--heck, she considered being part of the Sisterhood, once.
I'd like to think that most people here have good friends and family they'd go to the mat for. If they saw one of their friends in a bad spot, as in if the object of their affection consistently ignored them and maked life difficult for them, they'd take them aside and say, "He doesn't deserve you, you know."
Problem is, it's hard to tell your mom that the one she's been praying to all this time... doesn't seem to give a **** about her. It's hard to believe that the one you've been taught has the whole world in his hands, the one who's supposed to have a plan for you, the one who's supposed to make the world better for you if you only had faith... might not. Because he's playing racquetball with this world, doesn't seem to have a plan for me, and hasn't rewarded those who have unshakeable faith.
Bad things happen to good people. Things like shawnmmc's witness, or the homeless on the streets, and hell, even the tsunamis ( an aside: if you can't laugh at the tsunami, what can you laugh at? you have to laugh at hell, otherwise the horror that is the world will get to you. ) truly make me doubt if God in all his glory actually gives a ****. If Evil is allowed to punish evildoers, why does it all to often hit those who aren't... bad? Unless, Brent, you wish to argue that Shawn's really, in his heart of hearts, a low-down dirty nogoodnik.
Why do the good, the blessed have to suffer? Is it to teach them a lesson? I'd think most people would learn their lesson after maybe a year or two of excruciating hell on earth... so why must their homelessness continue? Why would people spared the terrible death of the tsunami be blessed with the scourge of cholera? Is it payment for the Great Beyond? Do I have to sacrifice joy here to have... well, notMisery in Heaven?
And what is with the Book of Job? What am I supposed to take away from that? That we will be blessed by having unshakeable faith in a deity that makes a gamey bet with his counterpart with... everything we had returned to us? As Mirage says in The Incredibles, "Next time, bet your own life." Besides, if I want a bull**** moral like that, I'll watch the crapfest that's Miracle on 34th Street where the little girl learns that Santa Does Exist because she gets Her Stuff. I just can't buy that a wonderful, just, and loving God would allow **** like this to happen.
So no, he and I aren't exactly on talking terms.
I'm not a nihilist, not a Daoist, and not even existentialist, no matter what my posts sometimes sound like. Sure, nothing we do now really matters. Everything done is meaningless, an exercise in futility. So what? In nothing, there's potential. So do it anyway. God, if he's out there, doesn't give a **** about you. So what? Be nice to people anyway.
The real shame here is that at one point, I desperately wanted to believe what I'd been taught. I wish I had my mother's faith--it seems to have given her resources that I've never imagined anyone to have. But every prayer of hers that goes unanswered, every miserable thing that happens to her along the way... well, makes me like God less. She loves him--heck, she considered being part of the Sisterhood, once.
I'd like to think that most people here have good friends and family they'd go to the mat for. If they saw one of their friends in a bad spot, as in if the object of their affection consistently ignored them and maked life difficult for them, they'd take them aside and say, "He doesn't deserve you, you know."
Problem is, it's hard to tell your mom that the one she's been praying to all this time... doesn't seem to give a **** about her. It's hard to believe that the one you've been taught has the whole world in his hands, the one who's supposed to have a plan for you, the one who's supposed to make the world better for you if you only had faith... might not. Because he's playing racquetball with this world, doesn't seem to have a plan for me, and hasn't rewarded those who have unshakeable faith.
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