Why have all my "friends" on Facebook suddenly found Jesus? Everyone praying for this, hoping for that, quoting "The Good Book." My favorites so far are the ones with terminal illnesses or chronic issues. They pray for good days and know they will have them because their God is an awesome god. Yeah, He's also the God that allowed you to suffer and is diminishing your abilities or limiting your life. But He loves you.
I try not to insult anyone's beliefs but when they flood my news feed with this drivel I am compelled to sound off (I prudently decided to do it here instead of there). They don't believe; they want to escape the dismal, or merely handicapped, existence they lead. Some turn to the bottle for their drug; these ignorant souls turn to the idea that, in the end, everything will be all right, that an overlord loves them. That would be the same overlord that allowed your illness, allowed your son to die, riddled your granny with cancer...
If He did exist, why would you pray for Him to fix things? Looks like He is having fun deploying havoc. And with millions dying around the world from starvation and easily curable diseases, why do you think He should give a fuck about your fucking pampered American ass? It is not this God I'm upset with (because He must exist if you have problems with Him); it's His followers. Ignorant masses that want to believe in something more important than what they really are, ones who don't want to take control of their own lives. Life and death is frightening. Thing is, when I gave up on God (because in my view, he had given up on too many people who really needed him because they hadn't been TAUGHT to be Christian) is when I came to accept my mortality. Sure, there will probably be some denial and anxiety at the end, but I won't fear that God, who loves me, will allow me to burn in damnation for eternity. Until then, I'll live my life with the same 50/50 chance of "prayers" (for lack of a synonym, perhaps wishes) being answered as everyone else.
I don't mean to rant about religion but, Jesus Christ, it's your religion, not everyone's. And my non-religion allows me to love everyone even if they're not of my creed and belief. Ignorance is bliss, but I prefer reality to be stark and real, not filtered through guilt ridden mythology.
I try not to insult anyone's beliefs but when they flood my news feed with this drivel I am compelled to sound off (I prudently decided to do it here instead of there). They don't believe; they want to escape the dismal, or merely handicapped, existence they lead. Some turn to the bottle for their drug; these ignorant souls turn to the idea that, in the end, everything will be all right, that an overlord loves them. That would be the same overlord that allowed your illness, allowed your son to die, riddled your granny with cancer...
If He did exist, why would you pray for Him to fix things? Looks like He is having fun deploying havoc. And with millions dying around the world from starvation and easily curable diseases, why do you think He should give a fuck about your fucking pampered American ass? It is not this God I'm upset with (because He must exist if you have problems with Him); it's His followers. Ignorant masses that want to believe in something more important than what they really are, ones who don't want to take control of their own lives. Life and death is frightening. Thing is, when I gave up on God (because in my view, he had given up on too many people who really needed him because they hadn't been TAUGHT to be Christian) is when I came to accept my mortality. Sure, there will probably be some denial and anxiety at the end, but I won't fear that God, who loves me, will allow me to burn in damnation for eternity. Until then, I'll live my life with the same 50/50 chance of "prayers" (for lack of a synonym, perhaps wishes) being answered as everyone else.
I don't mean to rant about religion but, Jesus Christ, it's your religion, not everyone's. And my non-religion allows me to love everyone even if they're not of my creed and belief. Ignorance is bliss, but I prefer reality to be stark and real, not filtered through guilt ridden mythology.