So, I posted on here recently about sort of missing God, but being too set in my ways to do anything about it. I just started reading this fabulous book by Christopher Moore called "Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal" and its definitely a favorite. Keep in mind, that I bought it from the point of view of a Non-Christian, thinking that 'hey, this sounds funny, who cares if its christian.'
But then the more I read it, the more I feel this kind of pull. Like, I can't explain it. And then its like, this guy was a real guy who healed people with his hands and died to protect me.
So then I'm thinking that maybe God really is there. Not the God thats a tyrant that all these "christians" I know believe will smite everything, but the one who loves his children so unconditionally that he would send his own son to the slaughter for them. For me.
But at the same time, I'm also thinking, this isn't me. I'm agnostic-animal-activist-liberal-pro-choice-pro-gay Chrissy. Not a christian bible thumper.
And I've read almost all of the old testament and all of the new testament. btw. My mother is a christian, as is my grandmother and my late grandfather, who happened to be a minister and a civil rights activist (back in the 60's).
But my uncle's wife is this christian who thinks that everything is bad and that because I smoke and like Rob Zombie and have a tattoo and have marched for gay rights that I'm going to hell. She's even said this to me before.
This may sound a whole lot strange, but today, I was reading and started to doze off and I kept hearing this voice, like when you start to dream when you're still awake. I don't even remember what he said (it was a man's voice) or what I dreamed, but I woke up feeling so good.
And I'm just so conflicted right now. Like on one side is Jesus who's saying (well, obviously not in these words, "It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks or believes or says, I love you and I just want you to be happy with me." and on the other side someone is saying, "Chrissy, listen to yourself. Believing in Jesus? Are you kidding? You're not one of them. You're too smart. Thats not you."
And then I'm thinking that if this man really did go through all this for me, and this is how I'm repaying him. By snorting lines behind wal-greens after school. Yeah. Makes so much sense.
But then the more I read it, the more I feel this kind of pull. Like, I can't explain it. And then its like, this guy was a real guy who healed people with his hands and died to protect me.
So then I'm thinking that maybe God really is there. Not the God thats a tyrant that all these "christians" I know believe will smite everything, but the one who loves his children so unconditionally that he would send his own son to the slaughter for them. For me.
But at the same time, I'm also thinking, this isn't me. I'm agnostic-animal-activist-liberal-pro-choice-pro-gay Chrissy. Not a christian bible thumper.
And I've read almost all of the old testament and all of the new testament. btw. My mother is a christian, as is my grandmother and my late grandfather, who happened to be a minister and a civil rights activist (back in the 60's).
But my uncle's wife is this christian who thinks that everything is bad and that because I smoke and like Rob Zombie and have a tattoo and have marched for gay rights that I'm going to hell. She's even said this to me before.
This may sound a whole lot strange, but today, I was reading and started to doze off and I kept hearing this voice, like when you start to dream when you're still awake. I don't even remember what he said (it was a man's voice) or what I dreamed, but I woke up feeling so good.
And I'm just so conflicted right now. Like on one side is Jesus who's saying (well, obviously not in these words, "It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks or believes or says, I love you and I just want you to be happy with me." and on the other side someone is saying, "Chrissy, listen to yourself. Believing in Jesus? Are you kidding? You're not one of them. You're too smart. Thats not you."
And then I'm thinking that if this man really did go through all this for me, and this is how I'm repaying him. By snorting lines behind wal-greens after school. Yeah. Makes so much sense.