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I made a comment about stem cells that was, I'll admit, was irreverent and confrontational. He responded with a list of people who "mocked God" and were dealt with accordingly. My response follows. ========== Ya’ know, Lennon was shot in 1980, fourteen years after he “mocked God”. For an almighty omniscient deity that seems a little slow, don’t ya’ think? For my part I gave up my last imaginary friend when I was 15. It occurred to me that the whole Jesus thing didn’t make any sense on a whole lotta’ levels.
First he walks around being a troublemaker and a thorn in the side of rich people for 30 years. They finally have a belly full of him, so the kill him. He’s buried and gets up after a few days but then goes back to being dead. Is that a choice any intelligent person would make? Let’s see, I can stay down here and tell people about the miracle or I can vanish and let them wonder about it when they get the news second hand. Next I look at all the folks that say they live in His name and compare their lives to his teachings. Nothing matches. There seems to be no Christ in Christians. They all have checking accounts, homes and all the creature comforts Jesus said to get rid of. Jesus said to render unto Caesar what is his and unto God what is His, in other words separate religion from government, yet all these people living the life of Jesus want to inject the bible into statehouses. Finally, and this is what really got to me, Christians practice ritualized cannibalism and vampirism. They eat bread calling it the flesh of Jesus and drink wine (or grape juice) calling it blood. Once I figured this out I retched every time they passed the cracker to me. Besides, most of the time Jesus got stuck to the roof of my mouth and I spent the rest of the service trying to scrape him off with my tongue.
So, when I was 15 I said to God, ”I don’t believe in you. I give up ‘cause nothing these people are saying makes any sense. Good people get killed in terrible ways. Six million of your “chosen people” are slaughtered and you do nothing. Bad people live great and comfortable lives, still you do nothing. What good are you?” Then I waited with heart pounding for the lightning bolt. Nothing. I opened my eyes. Not even a cloud in the sky.
My punishment for this blasphemy was that I would have an idyllic adolescence, grow up to marry a most beautiful and intelligent woman, raise a remarkably lovely and talented daughter who gave me two of the finest grandsons any man could ask for. Forty-six years of happiness and contentment for the most part. I can look forward to twenty, maybe twenty-five, more years of life and all the joys they may hold.
If God suddenly remembered that I basically told him to fuck off forty-six years ago and decided to smite me now, I still got the better end of the deal.
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