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from any of you who would like to straighten me out.
Bottom line: I try to do the Morning Hours every morning. This morning, I picked up my prayer book and Bible and after sitting for a few minutes, put them down and walked away. My heart is just not in it....so why bother. To put on a show or make myself feel better?
I am upset with God this morning and quite frankly, in a mood that if He came to me in person this morning, I would turn my back and walk away.
I am going to vent this morning with no holding back. Feel free to kick me in the pants verbally after I am done.
What kind of "love" is it to me to allow me to wander about my life, making all the mistakes I made, some of them quite horrendous, when I was in need of the truth? I have seen that that God appears to some in dreams and visions and guides and directs their lives. Me......meeaaah, not so much (like, not at all!)
Why not, when I was climbing out of Fundamentalist Calvinism Protestantism, direct me to Orthodoxy by means of having me meet someone, or speaking to my heart in a loud and direct voice, or anything to keep me from going where I went?
If my eternal salvation or eternal damnation depends entirely upon the choices I make here on earth, why allow me to wander about in spiritual blindness rather than guiding me? Why allow heretics and heresy to flourish if they send people to eternal torment? Well, there is one answer perhaps, and that is that I am deceiving myself into thinking that I am some kind of really good, honest soul who wants the truth when in fact, in the deepest recesses of my heart, I do not. That knowledge is even more terrifying to me.
Which means that I might as well give up this vain chase of a deity who wants nothing to do with me personally ("Is Jaaaaazuz your personal Lord and Savior???") and go back to sin because I am going to hell anyway.
Friendship to me means that someone cares enough about me to stop me dead in my tracks when I am about to make a wrong choice, even if it means taking me by the shoulders and screaming in my face. Friendship means being there in my pain, not letting me constantly suffer.
I don't think God likes me.
That's how I am feeling this morning. It's ugly and I am sad and in a lot of inner pain. Honestly, this is one of those mornings I get every so often that if I wasn't terrified of sending myself right to hell I would find a gun and ... BANG!!!!!
I'll get over it. Somehow I have gotten over it before and I'll slog on in this life, hoping that at the end there is enough mercy in God to let me be the doormat to heaven.
(I sat here 10 minutes wondering if I should erase this self-centered pity party or post it. I think I'll post it, if for no other reason than to hope that some of you might pray for me and maybe Jesus will listen to your prayers. I feel that He has little regard for mine).
Bottom line: I try to do the Morning Hours every morning. This morning, I picked up my prayer book and Bible and after sitting for a few minutes, put them down and walked away. My heart is just not in it....so why bother. To put on a show or make myself feel better?
I am upset with God this morning and quite frankly, in a mood that if He came to me in person this morning, I would turn my back and walk away.
I am going to vent this morning with no holding back. Feel free to kick me in the pants verbally after I am done.
What kind of "love" is it to me to allow me to wander about my life, making all the mistakes I made, some of them quite horrendous, when I was in need of the truth? I have seen that that God appears to some in dreams and visions and guides and directs their lives. Me......meeaaah, not so much (like, not at all!)
Why not, when I was climbing out of Fundamentalist Calvinism Protestantism, direct me to Orthodoxy by means of having me meet someone, or speaking to my heart in a loud and direct voice, or anything to keep me from going where I went?
If my eternal salvation or eternal damnation depends entirely upon the choices I make here on earth, why allow me to wander about in spiritual blindness rather than guiding me? Why allow heretics and heresy to flourish if they send people to eternal torment? Well, there is one answer perhaps, and that is that I am deceiving myself into thinking that I am some kind of really good, honest soul who wants the truth when in fact, in the deepest recesses of my heart, I do not. That knowledge is even more terrifying to me.
Which means that I might as well give up this vain chase of a deity who wants nothing to do with me personally ("Is Jaaaaazuz your personal Lord and Savior???") and go back to sin because I am going to hell anyway.
Friendship to me means that someone cares enough about me to stop me dead in my tracks when I am about to make a wrong choice, even if it means taking me by the shoulders and screaming in my face. Friendship means being there in my pain, not letting me constantly suffer.
I don't think God likes me.
That's how I am feeling this morning. It's ugly and I am sad and in a lot of inner pain. Honestly, this is one of those mornings I get every so often that if I wasn't terrified of sending myself right to hell I would find a gun and ... BANG!!!!!
I'll get over it. Somehow I have gotten over it before and I'll slog on in this life, hoping that at the end there is enough mercy in God to let me be the doormat to heaven.
(I sat here 10 minutes wondering if I should erase this self-centered pity party or post it. I think I'll post it, if for no other reason than to hope that some of you might pray for me and maybe Jesus will listen to your prayers. I feel that He has little regard for mine).