Tyler3295
02-14-2010, 12:55 PM
Before anyone reads this, let me go ahead and let you all know that I am not religious. This is not necessarily a thread "bashing" your God of choice, but it isn't exactly "praising" him (or her/them) either. :)
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Pretty much any pastor or preacher will all tell you the same thing. "Trying to figure out what God is thinking would be like an ant trying to figure out what we are thinking."
The last time I heard this was when a pastor was trying to back up the assumption that there was "divine intervention" included in my wreck (for any questions, check "my story") that should have claimed my life. All I've heard since it happened was that "God was in the car with you and that is why your life was saved".
If God really was in the back seat that day why didn't he intervene in a different, more productive, way? Such as "reminding" the woman to put down her mail and look both ways before crossing a HWY. Or hell, when he seen a Yukon about to t-bone me and smash my face to bits, how about stopping it? After all, he is omnipotent right? Since it is claimed that he has almighty and infinite authority and power how hard would it have been to push the Yukon enough out of the way to narrowly miss me? I have lost so much from the wreck. Not only physical and emotionally, but so much more. Job, tons of money, time, my house, and so much more. Speaking of so much more. It was the actual thing that "awoke" all of my disorders (see my signature). I have received so much shit from the outcome of that damn wreck. This is the short story, but I will shut up to prevent from rambling and boring you all. :)
Anyways, having what the pastor had said fresh on my mind when I got home the other day, I saw an ant pile in my front yard. I stood there and stared at the ants for longer than I can remember. I watched them collect food, dig tunnels, guard their home, and work together to help run and create their amazing little civilization. I spent the majority of the time straining to figure out which ones were the good ants and which among them were the bad.
Finally, I gave up and, for no reason at all, decided to smite all of them. Every single one. I smited them with the water hose, I stomped on their home, I poured poison on them, and, at the end, I even decided to smite a few of them with a shovel. When I finally got my fill of smitting, I watched the few survivors struggle to get to shelter as I peered across the fields of destruction I had, so gloriously, caused. They had worked so hard, yet in the end, they could not control any of it. Suddenly, I realized just how familiar this situation had become. Those ants could have been praying to me all day, and I never would have known, nor would I have cared. They could have all been good ants, they could have begged for my help and mercy, they could have worshiped me as almighty, but none of that mattered. At this point, I was full of regret and remorse. I, just as they, know how it feels to pray to someone for help and mercy only to be disregarded and unanswered as if they don't care or even exist at all. "In God we trust"? I don't think it would sound any better if it were true..
I guess all we can do is live our lives and hope that a God, whoever and whichever that may be, if there even is one, is not standing over us holding that shovel..
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Pretty much any pastor or preacher will all tell you the same thing. "Trying to figure out what God is thinking would be like an ant trying to figure out what we are thinking."
The last time I heard this was when a pastor was trying to back up the assumption that there was "divine intervention" included in my wreck (for any questions, check "my story") that should have claimed my life. All I've heard since it happened was that "God was in the car with you and that is why your life was saved".
If God really was in the back seat that day why didn't he intervene in a different, more productive, way? Such as "reminding" the woman to put down her mail and look both ways before crossing a HWY. Or hell, when he seen a Yukon about to t-bone me and smash my face to bits, how about stopping it? After all, he is omnipotent right? Since it is claimed that he has almighty and infinite authority and power how hard would it have been to push the Yukon enough out of the way to narrowly miss me? I have lost so much from the wreck. Not only physical and emotionally, but so much more. Job, tons of money, time, my house, and so much more. Speaking of so much more. It was the actual thing that "awoke" all of my disorders (see my signature). I have received so much shit from the outcome of that damn wreck. This is the short story, but I will shut up to prevent from rambling and boring you all. :)
Anyways, having what the pastor had said fresh on my mind when I got home the other day, I saw an ant pile in my front yard. I stood there and stared at the ants for longer than I can remember. I watched them collect food, dig tunnels, guard their home, and work together to help run and create their amazing little civilization. I spent the majority of the time straining to figure out which ones were the good ants and which among them were the bad.
Finally, I gave up and, for no reason at all, decided to smite all of them. Every single one. I smited them with the water hose, I stomped on their home, I poured poison on them, and, at the end, I even decided to smite a few of them with a shovel. When I finally got my fill of smitting, I watched the few survivors struggle to get to shelter as I peered across the fields of destruction I had, so gloriously, caused. They had worked so hard, yet in the end, they could not control any of it. Suddenly, I realized just how familiar this situation had become. Those ants could have been praying to me all day, and I never would have known, nor would I have cared. They could have all been good ants, they could have begged for my help and mercy, they could have worshiped me as almighty, but none of that mattered. At this point, I was full of regret and remorse. I, just as they, know how it feels to pray to someone for help and mercy only to be disregarded and unanswered as if they don't care or even exist at all. "In God we trust"? I don't think it would sound any better if it were true..
I guess all we can do is live our lives and hope that a God, whoever and whichever that may be, if there even is one, is not standing over us holding that shovel..