WEIRD THOUGHTS AND QUESTIONS ABOUT CHRISTIANITY continued...

For the sake of argument, let’s say Christianity is the only true religion (what the hell does that even mean. OK, never mind, let’s just say it’s true, let’s say “We believe....”).

So....I believe there is a God. That God created man. Why? Well....it is written, “I create all things for my pleasure.” OK, so he gets pleasure from creating, and created man.

What does God want from man? He wants man to obey him, worship him, glorify him and live with him in heaven. So my God wants to be worshiped (everyone bend the knee please) glorified, “You’re Great God,” wants to be held in high esteem, “please walk around kinda holy, please,” and he wants you and me for neighbors. So good so far.

I knew a dictator who said the same thing. Actually, all dictators and despots want the same thing and promise the same thing: “OBEY ME AND LIVE, DON’T OBEY ME AND I KILL YOU” (OK, but those guys are selfish).

Just a side question, “I wonder what God is made of?” Is he made of the same god-particles humans are made of or are there some extra-god-particles even smaller that he’s made of, and which came first, God the egg-particle or God the chicken (asking for a friend). OK, wait, my God is not made. He just has always existed (end of argument on that one because.....well....never mind...it’s true and incomprehensible).

(You know, it would be so much easier to believe my theology and the God it produced if I just didn’t ask incomprehensible questions).

“JUST BELIEVE AND SHUT THE FLUK UP!” (At this point all Catholic Nun teachers will be issued new rulers to smack across the knuckles of question askers....”dumbass evil little puke machines that babies are.”).

My God created this world. He created it, and created humans, but humans didn’t exactly appreciate what God did, rebellion and all, and humans ended up here as a reward? The Garden of Eden thing, nice place, no sex, lots of food, don’t eat the animals, and don’t eat off that damn tree. You’ll regret it, sweat and flies and work.

My God knows everything. My God is all powerful. My God is everywhere and sees everything all at the same time. My God knows the future, and yet, created man. Maybe He’s a pain-self-inflicter and likes it. Maybe he made a mistake. Wait...my God does not make mistakes. OK, then he did it knowingly and on purpose. He created humans with full knowledge that many would not obey him, and that he would have to punish them for not obeying him. Whose fault was that anyway?

OK, so the earth is here and it’s a death world, no argument there. But it fell along with humans after the war in heaven among advanced beings who had a falling out over who would be in charge. Sounds like earth. Anyway...moving on.

My God gave humans free-will, free-agency, free-choice and we make decisions free of any precursor, with no needs, wants and desires or thinking prior to making a free-will, free-agency, free-choice decision. I’m confused. I make decisions, make choices free of any reason behind them (well, that’s what free means). This is too hard. Never mind.

Anyway, my God is going to save me from my bad free-will choices and restore me to a good guy....after I’m dead (wait a minute. I didn’t agree to get created and born into a death world. Whose fault is this place?).

To make a long twisted story short: My God created me to be good (maybe) but it didn’t work (and it’s my fault) but I get saved in the end. Get saved from what? From what’s not my fault. But I’m told it is my fault. I could do better. But I don’t. I’ve been mis-manufactured, a lemon creation; a recall is in order. Who messed up? Me? Don’t think so.

I have this sneaky suspicion that I’m getting blamed for doing the way I was created. Bummer dude.

My religion and my God is driving me crazy.

Oh wait, I think I get it, yeah ...that’s what’s going on....my God is laughing his ass off. OK, well, THAT I can understand. Way to go Dude. I get it. You created us for your pleasure. Hey, that’s why we do things too, right? For our pleasure. You could even say we are a chip of the old block. The apple doesn’t fall far from the narcissist tree.

OK...I CAN LIVE WITH THAT.

On the other mind-set, I could just shut-up, obey totally and avoid hell, I mean, real hell, not the hell-earth, certainly not that hell, but the real hell, demons and smelly shit burning forever because, My God loves me.

Never mind...nem