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[font=Arial, verdana]If your father had children, then immediately placed them in foster homes without respect to how loving and wise the caretakers of those homes were, would you adore him for giving you life just the same?
What if your father then remained somewhere else until you came looking for him, until someone else told you who your father really was?
Upon finding where he lived, what if your father told you he always hoped you would show up, though would thenceforth speak with you only on occasion, and even then through other people? Additionally, you would need to pick from what each said to decide if it came from your father, using what you knew about him for reference.
What if he wrote a book of ideas about father child relationships that you were encouraged to follow, and he informed you that failure to do so would mean an end to your relationship?
What if you learned through the rules that not only would the relationship end, but you would eventually be killed for failing to obey? What if those rules were furthermore somewhat confusing, leading to widespread differences about their meaning, whereupon your requests for clarification were sometimes answered, oftentimes ignored?
What if you were told that some of your brothers and sisters were created specifically to be killed, most of them in fact, that only a few would be spared?
What if in this emotional discovery you asked your father why he would kill so many, why he would allow so much suffering during the foster care and beyond, and he said you had no right to ask? He said who are you to ask me anything!
Looking at the book more closely, trying to figure this all out, with your father unwilling to simply sit down next to you and provide an explanation, you find the purpose for being born was to adore and cherish your father, to give all glory to him, to deny your own life, devoting your days rather to praising him and teaching others to do the same. Doing otherwise means being killed. You might even be killed for adoring him for a while, then changing your mind.
He then says that anyone, even brothers and sisters who lived decent lives, paying their own bills, not stealing from or hurting others, they would also be killed unless choosing to live in the fathers home.
How would you feel about him not literally killing people as it turns out, but keeping them alive in dark caves, suffering with only enough food and water to remain alive, no one to speak with, no joy, no chance for redemption, forever?
Would you say, as he says, that he was a loving father, far more so than all of the loving fathers on earth?
Maybe you can help. Trying to figure out why God would force people into life on earth, then force them to play a game for all of their years, the winning of which leads to praising that God and giving up their spouses, the losing of which leads to an eternity in torment.
My relationship with God probably bites. It feels like the relationship a Jew might have endured with his Nazi concentration camp guard who brought him food and water.
John 7:66: From that time many of His disciples went back and walked with him no more. 67 Then Jesus said to the twelve, "Do you also want to go away?" 68 But Simon Peter answered Him, "Lord, to whom shall we go?" You have the words of eternal life. Also we have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God."
Thats me, sort of. God has the words of eternal life, but he has something else. That something else comes in the form of what sounds like a promise of eternal terror to those who do not believe in the exact right way, come to Him as children with adoration and love, ready and willing to offer praise and thanksgiving, evidently finding no problem with all the confusing scriptures, the killing, the purpose for life, the forcing of souls into playing a game, the losing of which leads to a horror beyond horror.
You see, there COULD be three options, or four. One, loving God and going to Heaven. Two, hating God, doing evil, murdering others while on earth, things like that, then going to hell. Three, saying, Did I ask to be born? then trying to be a decent human being during the years here, though failing to measure up to Gods standards, and hoping for if nothing else to cap the decades of questions, pain, loneliness, confusion, laughter, knowledge, all of it, at least get to become nothingness, no pain, no memories, zippo. The fourth would be never having been put through any of it at all. There can be no regret if there has never been a life, the molecules never forming a human. Yet God seems to say, come to me, play by my rules, do works in order to win rewards (yes, He does), all of which will lead to a forever where you can praise me more, or go to hell.
So if you just want to live out the long years, hope for the best with God, not commit suicide since that might be worse than staying around, be a decent person, mind your own business and essentially get by, that doesnt cut it. Ironically, the whole thing is set up to be brutal from the start. The mere act of walking across the lawn virtually guarantees the killing of little critters since they are everywhere. Walking down the sidewalk on a summer day requires moving around to avoid stepping on ants that are just trying to be good little workers, doing in fact what God says we ought to emulate. The whole thing is messed up, evidently due to the fall. But is the big plan really all that much better?
God tells us (John 3:16) how wonderfully loving He is for sending His only begotten Son to die on the cross. And Christians across the globe swoon in awe at the gesture. Yet to me it seems far easier to send someone to die who will immediately be with you again right after dying than what so many human fathers do sending their sons off to war to protect the homeland, than even sending them out into the world where it is filled with lies and traps. God knew Jesus would fall into none of the errors. Jesus would never know the regret of loss because of His own sin, a burden so painful that days would be needed to write it all out. Yes, He died on that cross. But so did others before and after. Yet none of them had the assurance, the confidence, the mission, the status, the power, the complete understanding of what would follow. To be sure, it is something to die on the cross for others. But to say that it was more painful for God than what human parents go through just rings the teeniest bit hollow.
Not only that, God knew Jesus would die on the cross before Adam was created. In other words, God put into motion the very things that would cause Jesus to die, all before creating the humans that would need that death. But wait, it gets weirder. God IS Jesus, right? So then no way did He even give up His only begotten Son, but rather gave Himself up for a while, a day actually.
This has all been inside me and building for a few years now, ever since not long after digging into scripture with serious questions, with a serious hope to find some purpose, find a relationship with the living God. What I found out doesnt seem all that encouraging.
Do I find within myself after all of the years, all of the studies, all of the questions any affection for this God, a heart-felt fondness for His friendship? Difficult to say. There is no denying the anger, the resentment, frustration, the questioning of any supreme being that forces souls into a life of torment, then sends them off to an eternity of suffering whether that includes me or not. It keeps me curious why so many have this amazing and seemingly unquestioning adoration for that Father.
I hold onto a faint hope that God will be more loving, more understanding, more interesting than He seems to me, that he will forgive me these awful questions and missing adoration. But we dont know that, except by those words in that book. And they dont seem all that promising.
One of the few aspects of the searches inside my heart that lends me any hope is the understanding that I do love justice and do love tenderness and mercy, truth, honor, compassion. If per chance the kinship I feel with these conditions means that I love those parts of the Creator and that He may in turn be loving and accepting me, then maybe there exists some hope for me, maybe.
My questions are, why would God do this to people? Why would anyone be interested in an eternity under those conditions? How is it that so many line up and say, thank you, Jesus? Are they hearing a voice, knowing the call of their Shepard that eludes me, meaning He is possibly not MY shepard? God created vessels for destruction, and even told the ones who were created for life not to ask the potter why they were shaped in such a fashion. I want a father who walks and talks with me, who sits down and answers the tough questions, who doesnt send those who dont make the grade into an eternity of pain. Am I asking too much? Evidently so. Why do I want things God says I have no right to ask for?
A confused human.
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What if your father then remained somewhere else until you came looking for him, until someone else told you who your father really was?
Upon finding where he lived, what if your father told you he always hoped you would show up, though would thenceforth speak with you only on occasion, and even then through other people? Additionally, you would need to pick from what each said to decide if it came from your father, using what you knew about him for reference.
What if he wrote a book of ideas about father child relationships that you were encouraged to follow, and he informed you that failure to do so would mean an end to your relationship?
What if you learned through the rules that not only would the relationship end, but you would eventually be killed for failing to obey? What if those rules were furthermore somewhat confusing, leading to widespread differences about their meaning, whereupon your requests for clarification were sometimes answered, oftentimes ignored?
What if you were told that some of your brothers and sisters were created specifically to be killed, most of them in fact, that only a few would be spared?
What if in this emotional discovery you asked your father why he would kill so many, why he would allow so much suffering during the foster care and beyond, and he said you had no right to ask? He said who are you to ask me anything!
Looking at the book more closely, trying to figure this all out, with your father unwilling to simply sit down next to you and provide an explanation, you find the purpose for being born was to adore and cherish your father, to give all glory to him, to deny your own life, devoting your days rather to praising him and teaching others to do the same. Doing otherwise means being killed. You might even be killed for adoring him for a while, then changing your mind.
He then says that anyone, even brothers and sisters who lived decent lives, paying their own bills, not stealing from or hurting others, they would also be killed unless choosing to live in the fathers home.
How would you feel about him not literally killing people as it turns out, but keeping them alive in dark caves, suffering with only enough food and water to remain alive, no one to speak with, no joy, no chance for redemption, forever?
Would you say, as he says, that he was a loving father, far more so than all of the loving fathers on earth?
Maybe you can help. Trying to figure out why God would force people into life on earth, then force them to play a game for all of their years, the winning of which leads to praising that God and giving up their spouses, the losing of which leads to an eternity in torment.
My relationship with God probably bites. It feels like the relationship a Jew might have endured with his Nazi concentration camp guard who brought him food and water.
John 7:66: From that time many of His disciples went back and walked with him no more. 67 Then Jesus said to the twelve, "Do you also want to go away?" 68 But Simon Peter answered Him, "Lord, to whom shall we go?" You have the words of eternal life. Also we have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God."
Thats me, sort of. God has the words of eternal life, but he has something else. That something else comes in the form of what sounds like a promise of eternal terror to those who do not believe in the exact right way, come to Him as children with adoration and love, ready and willing to offer praise and thanksgiving, evidently finding no problem with all the confusing scriptures, the killing, the purpose for life, the forcing of souls into playing a game, the losing of which leads to a horror beyond horror.
You see, there COULD be three options, or four. One, loving God and going to Heaven. Two, hating God, doing evil, murdering others while on earth, things like that, then going to hell. Three, saying, Did I ask to be born? then trying to be a decent human being during the years here, though failing to measure up to Gods standards, and hoping for if nothing else to cap the decades of questions, pain, loneliness, confusion, laughter, knowledge, all of it, at least get to become nothingness, no pain, no memories, zippo. The fourth would be never having been put through any of it at all. There can be no regret if there has never been a life, the molecules never forming a human. Yet God seems to say, come to me, play by my rules, do works in order to win rewards (yes, He does), all of which will lead to a forever where you can praise me more, or go to hell.
So if you just want to live out the long years, hope for the best with God, not commit suicide since that might be worse than staying around, be a decent person, mind your own business and essentially get by, that doesnt cut it. Ironically, the whole thing is set up to be brutal from the start. The mere act of walking across the lawn virtually guarantees the killing of little critters since they are everywhere. Walking down the sidewalk on a summer day requires moving around to avoid stepping on ants that are just trying to be good little workers, doing in fact what God says we ought to emulate. The whole thing is messed up, evidently due to the fall. But is the big plan really all that much better?
God tells us (John 3:16) how wonderfully loving He is for sending His only begotten Son to die on the cross. And Christians across the globe swoon in awe at the gesture. Yet to me it seems far easier to send someone to die who will immediately be with you again right after dying than what so many human fathers do sending their sons off to war to protect the homeland, than even sending them out into the world where it is filled with lies and traps. God knew Jesus would fall into none of the errors. Jesus would never know the regret of loss because of His own sin, a burden so painful that days would be needed to write it all out. Yes, He died on that cross. But so did others before and after. Yet none of them had the assurance, the confidence, the mission, the status, the power, the complete understanding of what would follow. To be sure, it is something to die on the cross for others. But to say that it was more painful for God than what human parents go through just rings the teeniest bit hollow.
Not only that, God knew Jesus would die on the cross before Adam was created. In other words, God put into motion the very things that would cause Jesus to die, all before creating the humans that would need that death. But wait, it gets weirder. God IS Jesus, right? So then no way did He even give up His only begotten Son, but rather gave Himself up for a while, a day actually.
This has all been inside me and building for a few years now, ever since not long after digging into scripture with serious questions, with a serious hope to find some purpose, find a relationship with the living God. What I found out doesnt seem all that encouraging.
Do I find within myself after all of the years, all of the studies, all of the questions any affection for this God, a heart-felt fondness for His friendship? Difficult to say. There is no denying the anger, the resentment, frustration, the questioning of any supreme being that forces souls into a life of torment, then sends them off to an eternity of suffering whether that includes me or not. It keeps me curious why so many have this amazing and seemingly unquestioning adoration for that Father.
I hold onto a faint hope that God will be more loving, more understanding, more interesting than He seems to me, that he will forgive me these awful questions and missing adoration. But we dont know that, except by those words in that book. And they dont seem all that promising.
One of the few aspects of the searches inside my heart that lends me any hope is the understanding that I do love justice and do love tenderness and mercy, truth, honor, compassion. If per chance the kinship I feel with these conditions means that I love those parts of the Creator and that He may in turn be loving and accepting me, then maybe there exists some hope for me, maybe.
My questions are, why would God do this to people? Why would anyone be interested in an eternity under those conditions? How is it that so many line up and say, thank you, Jesus? Are they hearing a voice, knowing the call of their Shepard that eludes me, meaning He is possibly not MY shepard? God created vessels for destruction, and even told the ones who were created for life not to ask the potter why they were shaped in such a fashion. I want a father who walks and talks with me, who sits down and answers the tough questions, who doesnt send those who dont make the grade into an eternity of pain. Am I asking too much? Evidently so. Why do I want things God says I have no right to ask for?
A confused human.
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