Okay, here's my beef. Let's say you are in a convenience store. Someone comes in waving a gun and is going to rob the place. He's aiming the gun at the head of a teenager who just happened to pick up this shift after school. She can't open the register, so the gunman decides he's going to kill someone cause he's pissed. He cocks the gun, and aims it at the person standing right next to you. Do you:
a.) push the person out the way to safety?
b.) yell no! and get yourself shot by accident
c.) turn to that person and say, "Hey, I'll save you from that bullet, but only if you acknowledge me as your lord and savior."
d.) look on in horror as the person gets shot.
3 of those are perfectly normal responses and/or scenarios...
Letter C is something the Christian god does.
So they say he came and died for all your sins. All of them. Except, you're still going to hell because you didn't say, "Hey, Thanks." What?!?! God needs to hear you say, "Thanks, I believe," before he rescues you from hell? Ask any conservative, hell, most Christians for that matter, and they'll say, yes, unless you confess and believe that Christ died for your sins, you will go to hell. Period. End of story. How is this a loving god?
If I could shove that person out of the way to save them from the bullet, I wouldn't care of they were grateful or not. Sure, I'd be peeved, but I wouldn't then regret saving them from death. I mean, come on, she was going to get shot, for god's sake. Now don't get me started on a god that even allows us to invent guns or have the ability to kill another. He screwed us up, that's his issue. But to say that we're getting eternal punishment for
a.) an inherited "sin" nature that we had no control over? and
b.) god's ego?
I don't think so. I posed this to another person, a conservative Christian once. I said, "I wouldn't not save a person just because they weren't going to admit I saved them." And he replied, "But they're still going to die eventually. With God as your savior, you get eternal life." To which I replied, "Um, hello? You are going to die. You are going to croak, like everyone else, and be viewed in a casket, and then have six feet of dirt piled on you just like everyone else. YOU STILL DIE." And he said, "But I will go to heaven. You won't. The old lady won't. Your brother won't." Maybe it's a mind set. Maybe reading the bible is like doing crystal meth... who knows?
I'm sorry, my idea of a loving god, if one were to exist, wouldn't need his ego stroked to save his own creation from hell. Or any other kind of bad thing, for that matter. Would any of you parents not help your child if they didn't "give you props"? Acknowledge your helping hand? I think any good parent, regardless of their child's amount of gratefulness, would still want to lay down their life for their kid. I know I would in a heartbeat die if I knew it would save any of my siblings, their kids, my friends, my parent's, even my stupid brother Mike. I wouldn't first turn to them and say, "Hey, I'll die for you, but first you must promise to build a temple in my name, and subvert indigenous people to worship my memory. You have to live every day living and doing things that I would have done. But only then will I die for you." No, I'd step in front of the bus/gun/avalanche/car/rifle/virus/what-have-you. No questions, no restrictions, no "sign on the dotted line."
If your god needs that ego stroked so badly, he doesn't need it from me. I'd rather curse him from hell.
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My vote is for the "reading the Bible is like doing crystal meth" possibility.
You know, in college, I had two friends, siblings, whose father was one of our ecclesiastical leaders. These siblings were the biggest perfectionists I have ever known. They seemed to be perfect in every way. It all became clear one day when their father was trying to convince my friends and I that God hates us when we sin.
He told us that he himself, as a father, loves his children more when they obey, and loves them less and less as they disobey.
And there were my perfectionist friends, flipping through scripture finding verses of God saying he hated sinners. I realized they weren't just perfectionistic. They were pleasers in order to insure their parents love.
I'm with you. I can't believe in that god. And if you could ever show him to me, I wouldn't worship him, either.
My vote is for the "reading the Bible is like doing crystal meth" possibility.
You know, in college, I had two friends, siblings, whose father was one of our ecclesiastical leaders. These siblings were the biggest perfectionists I have ever known. They seemed to be perfect in every way. It all became clear one day when their father was trying to convince my friends and I that God hates us when we sin.
He told us that he himself, as a father, loves his children more when they obey, and loves them less and less as they disobey.
And there were my perfectionist friends, flipping through scripture finding verses of God saying he hated sinners. I realized they weren't just perfectionistic. They were pleasers in order to insure their parents love.
I'm with you. I can't believe in that god. And if you could ever show him to me, I wouldn't worship him, either.
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