God is love. Or so I've been told. Told that by this son of a bitch that lies before me, bloated, blue and cold. God is dead. Or so Neitzche once said. Is he dead? Did he never live? Whether he lives, has lived or never was, what the fuck does that have to do with my non-belief? Why is it that I can be rude and crass and spout off dick and fart jokes with not so much as a blink of disapproval. However, one word has gotten me ostracized, yelled at, and, in some cases, downright hated! That word, if you can't guess, is Atheist.
If God is truly love, then shouldn't his followers act in a godly way and show me the love that they would expect from him? If God is truly love, then shouldn't he appreciate my skepticism and embrace me for the good deeds that I perform on the daily? Good deeds, mind you, that I do out of the goodness of my heart, not to get in God's good graces. Good deeds like opening my arms and wallet to people in need without judgement of their beliefs. Good deeds intended to help without the hope of converting these people to the ways of an atheistic life.
A friend once told me that I would never go to heaven without asking Jesus to be my savior. I asked him how he would feel if a Muslim walked through the door and said that he would Burn for eternity without accepting Mohammed. He responded that the Muslim would be wrong and he would be the one saved for all eternity. If God is truly love, then why would he let his sons and daughters suffer eternally just because they had doubts or beliefs in what their parents and grandparents and generations before believed. That is not love. So, if this is your God, then God is not love, and I only have room for love in my life.
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ReplyDeleteI'd have to agree with you. Way back in my early years of friendship with you, you really opened my eyes to many things in the matter of God, or the absence of... I was already teetering, because of things like what happened to my little brother (if you recall, he narrowly escaped death shortly after birth due to hospital neglect, and I decided to blame God for his torture rather than bask in his mercy for saving him.)
ReplyDeleteThese days, I prefer to look at myself as Agnostic rather than outright Athiest, only because in my opinion, you just never know. I'm too logical for it to be an open and shut case and become a true Athiest, and on the same token am also too logical to just lay all my trust on a being or beings who never existed. Especially when so much shit has happened to myself and the people around me. Yes, there has been good... does it balance? I don't know.
The way I figure it, I live my life, I live it as well as I can. I do as little bad as possible, treat others as well as possible and then I end up where I end up... wherever that may be. My hopes is for a good rest at the end, quite honestly, where I can dream nice dreams for eternity.