- Nov 13, 2020
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Everyone’s time on our world is limited. We all age and eventually die of natural causes. Sure, there are ways to augment our longevity with exercise, healthy dieting, and supplements that extend life, but none of us will live forever.
I’m in my early 30s, so I have plenty of time left. Eventually, though, another decade will pass, and then another. And another. My time alive will eventually run out—and the sad thing is that I don’t see anything changing, so my life will end in abysmal failure because God won’t help me out of my atrocious situation. He hasn’t done so for the last ten years, and he isn’t showing any signs that he will have a change of heart and decide that I’m worth his help.
Last night I prayed to God and tried to appeal for his help through fairness. Unfortunately, I didn’t hear anything back. I really need his help, but his lack of response makes me think he isn’t interested. I feel so much grief and hopelessness now.
It appears the reason why God isn’t interested in helping me or even responding to my prayers is due to my sins, none of which are really serious, and my inability to live a life of perfection. If I were to do something innocuous like have a beer, God would tell me it’s a sin and seems to deem me unworthy of his help because of it.
God’s standards for what constitutes a sin are so rigorous that I would have to live in a monastery to achieve his impossibly high requirements. Then again, that wouldn’t work either, since monks make products to pay the upkeep for their monasteries: soaps, chocolate and desserts, and beer. If a monk brews beer at his monastery to sell, God (assuming he is consistent here) would say that it is a sin because beer contains alcohol. So yeah, not even monks can live a life of absolute puritanical perfection.
Not too long ago I tried very hard to do what God requires so I could earn his help: I didn’t drink one sip of alcohol, and I quit using the tobacco. I was also on my best behavior and scrupulously thought of everything I did so God couldn’t find one little tiny sin in me. And I was successful—or so I thought. God ended up not helping me despite the fact I sacrificed much of my mental health by walking on eggshells so as not to offend God with some “atrocious” sin like having a sip of wine.
I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I had done to offend God, since I had tried so hard. I felt worthless and cried out to God many times for him to tell me why he is finding fault in me and deeming me unworthy of his help. Apparently, God resented the fact that I played a computer game on Steam that he didn’t like. It was a simulation game where you manage a criminal enterprise. It’s only entertainment, so what’s the harm?
The whole time God communicated to me multiple times that my so-called fault was playing a video game he didn’t like. Yet I dismissed those communications and did not believe it was from God. Millions of people play criminal fantasy games such as Grand Theft Auto and never commit any crimes in their entire life. Obviously it’s entertainment and not reality, so I couldn’t fathom why God would hold a grudge against me for merely playing a game that in no way represents real life.
This same pattern has been repeating itself over and over: I try very hard to live up to God’s impossible standards and not make any so-called mistakes, sacrificing much of my mental health in doing so. Yet despite my best efforts, God always finds fault in me for something. Usually the fault he finds in me is something that practically no one except him thinks is wrong, and he says he won’t help me because of it. Frankly, I don’t know of any human who, if I were to ask for his help, would tell me no because he resented that I played a computer game he didn’t like.
I don’t understand God’s bizarre conduct. I desperately need his help, and he continues to tell me no because of faults he has found in me. In fact, I’m hurting so much from the way God has been treating me that I decided not to go to church yesterday. I would hear preaching where they say things like God loves you and such, but if God is love how could he possibly treat me like this?
I became a born again Christian a long time ago, having accepted Jesus as my savior and recognizing the truth. Since I’ve received the Holy Spirit and been forgiven with Christ, there isn’t any reason for God engage in excessive fault finding over trivial sins, and then tell me he will not help me. Yet that is precisely what God appears to be doing, and I don’t understand it.
I’m in my early 30s, so I have plenty of time left. Eventually, though, another decade will pass, and then another. And another. My time alive will eventually run out—and the sad thing is that I don’t see anything changing, so my life will end in abysmal failure because God won’t help me out of my atrocious situation. He hasn’t done so for the last ten years, and he isn’t showing any signs that he will have a change of heart and decide that I’m worth his help.
Last night I prayed to God and tried to appeal for his help through fairness. Unfortunately, I didn’t hear anything back. I really need his help, but his lack of response makes me think he isn’t interested. I feel so much grief and hopelessness now.
It appears the reason why God isn’t interested in helping me or even responding to my prayers is due to my sins, none of which are really serious, and my inability to live a life of perfection. If I were to do something innocuous like have a beer, God would tell me it’s a sin and seems to deem me unworthy of his help because of it.
God’s standards for what constitutes a sin are so rigorous that I would have to live in a monastery to achieve his impossibly high requirements. Then again, that wouldn’t work either, since monks make products to pay the upkeep for their monasteries: soaps, chocolate and desserts, and beer. If a monk brews beer at his monastery to sell, God (assuming he is consistent here) would say that it is a sin because beer contains alcohol. So yeah, not even monks can live a life of absolute puritanical perfection.
Not too long ago I tried very hard to do what God requires so I could earn his help: I didn’t drink one sip of alcohol, and I quit using the tobacco. I was also on my best behavior and scrupulously thought of everything I did so God couldn’t find one little tiny sin in me. And I was successful—or so I thought. God ended up not helping me despite the fact I sacrificed much of my mental health by walking on eggshells so as not to offend God with some “atrocious” sin like having a sip of wine.
I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I had done to offend God, since I had tried so hard. I felt worthless and cried out to God many times for him to tell me why he is finding fault in me and deeming me unworthy of his help. Apparently, God resented the fact that I played a computer game on Steam that he didn’t like. It was a simulation game where you manage a criminal enterprise. It’s only entertainment, so what’s the harm?
The whole time God communicated to me multiple times that my so-called fault was playing a video game he didn’t like. Yet I dismissed those communications and did not believe it was from God. Millions of people play criminal fantasy games such as Grand Theft Auto and never commit any crimes in their entire life. Obviously it’s entertainment and not reality, so I couldn’t fathom why God would hold a grudge against me for merely playing a game that in no way represents real life.
This same pattern has been repeating itself over and over: I try very hard to live up to God’s impossible standards and not make any so-called mistakes, sacrificing much of my mental health in doing so. Yet despite my best efforts, God always finds fault in me for something. Usually the fault he finds in me is something that practically no one except him thinks is wrong, and he says he won’t help me because of it. Frankly, I don’t know of any human who, if I were to ask for his help, would tell me no because he resented that I played a computer game he didn’t like.
I don’t understand God’s bizarre conduct. I desperately need his help, and he continues to tell me no because of faults he has found in me. In fact, I’m hurting so much from the way God has been treating me that I decided not to go to church yesterday. I would hear preaching where they say things like God loves you and such, but if God is love how could he possibly treat me like this?
I became a born again Christian a long time ago, having accepted Jesus as my savior and recognizing the truth. Since I’ve received the Holy Spirit and been forgiven with Christ, there isn’t any reason for God engage in excessive fault finding over trivial sins, and then tell me he will not help me. Yet that is precisely what God appears to be doing, and I don’t understand it.