I had to go to church today :( I get dragged there every sunday and all. I thought I was going to get a free pass to do what I wanted in the back, but husband came back from volunteering early. Oh wells.
Basically the sermon was about faith. 40 minutes and it all rounded out to be was this "Without faith you cannot please god(zilla). You were created by god(zilla), to earnestly seek him, and believe he exists."
I wrote a poem last night about this very topic, because it is one that grates on my nerves the most, and not just because it gets thrown in my face so much.
For a God who is suppossed to be all knowing, from the begining of time to the end, how can I believe he exists when he supossedly created such a lose-lose situation for people? He apparently gave us a rationing, thinking, pattern reconizing, intelligent brain so that we can ignore all those red flags and believe based on nothing? Oh, and If you don't it's hell for you? Then, as a giant 'Fuck you" to the human race, he tells you to believe he exists, or else. Even though he knows everything to come (he told noah about a giant flood and all, right?) he still chooses to have a small race of sheep herders carry the proof through generation to generation. Nope, couldn't wait for tweeting, facebooks, or even POSTAL MAIL. Naw, and then he forgets all the rest of the people on earth. oops.
The funniest part, this pastor was all like "God(zilla) gives you these blessings, you see, and often wants you to give them right back. Like abraham and Issac, he is testing your faith."
So let me get this strait. You're going to give me something and then take it back? Or else I have been proven faithless and by your own words that means I cant please you? That's called indian giving, and only asscrack givers do that.
At the end he said that faith is hard and hurts, but nothing is more rewarding than following god(zilla).
Well shit. I don't like pain and i'm pretty lazy, so I guess all I have are sneezes, orgasms, skydiving, eating awesome foods from all over the world, videogames... oh wait...
:) Oh well, here's my poem too!
Godly men sing to entice the wicked,
into a world filled with illusion.
thier calls of glory, of wealth and of hope,
render the weak unable to cope.
Ah! But this hope glistens with lies,
A ruse, a painting, distortion, disguise.
take, for instance, the notion of god,
his notion of hope, isn't it odd,
that to have hope, to live,
is to believe by faith and freely give,
to one who assured his own concealment,
though all this time, one could lament,
without proof faith is required of me,
for a chance of hope, and to be happy.
but a small few, unfrightened by threats of death,
all alone threatened with a hopeless last breath,
say, "We'll study the Earth,
the tangible between death and birth,
there we'll find hope,
and the way to elope,
this faithlessness we endure,
to certainly ensure,
a future bright as day,
a hope filled array."
This may be me,
and that may be you,
hope is relative,
so each future is bright, too.