| niet van mij maar wel heel erg goed.. En de persoon van wie hij is weet dat ik hem gebruik..
When I was five, I used to kneel before my bed, every night and pray.
Dear God..
Thanking God for everything. My teddy bear. My parents. My friends. My brand new swing set.
Then I stopped. I can't remember when. But I certainly don't kneel any more.
I believe in a God. Whether he's Jewish, Christian, Catholic or any other well-renowned God is not the point.
I think they've all got it wrong.
Look. I'm not even going to point out the numerous flaws in the Bible. I'm sure some other person has done that for you, if you believe, and if you don't, I'm sure you're aware of them. If not, just start from the beginning of the good book. 7 days of creation. From start to finish. The dinosaurs' reign of the Earth lasted a good 10 seconds in that case. That's right, the exposition of The Bible isn't even correct.
So, why? Why do I think all the conventional God(s) are non-existent? Why don't I believe completely in the big ones?
I'll give you a few reasons.
AIDS. War. Death. Ebola virus (which makes you liquify from the inside. Lovely). Hate. Prejudice. Racism. Homophobia. Unrest. Flood. Failure. Nuclear weapons. Telemart shopping (call now and I'll give you $60 worth of sponges). Annoying people that won't be quiet, even when you've asked really nicely.
I think someone's playing with all of us. Whether it's for the better or the worst, I think it all lies up to him. I'm sure he's keeping himself amused.
Yeah, that's right. Him. Two words. Child birth.
I don't need a book that dates from the beginning of time to tell me how to live. I don't need a man with a cross to tell me that I better pray for forgiveness for my numerous sins. I don't need an imperfect anyone to tell me that the way I choose to live my life, is the wrong way to live my life.
I just need the answers to my questions.
Give me those, and I'll believe in anything.
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