If God Could Talk

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Thinking about the woman who didn't want to provide chemo for her child. Also thinking about the people who have claimed to hear the voice of God or see the Virgin Mary's face in a potato chip. It not only makes me angry, it is downright irresponsible.

People believe what they want to believe when it makes no sense at all.

Dealing with a tragic loss leaves all of those left behind searching for answers. Yet those answers don't come in voices we pretend to hear, or force ourselves to believe.

Love can teach you joy and yes, love is God speaking to us, but voices? Private conversations?

Through the years I've run into people who want to preach to me and force me to believe what they are certain is right. Wars are fought in the name of religion. Get that - wars in the name of love. Doesn't make a bit of sense.

If God could talk would He tell us to not consider the feelings of the one's we love?

Would He allow us to make decisions that could cripple others?

Would He tell us to hurt one another in His name?

I don't know - perhaps I too am guilty of projecting my beliefs on others, but I imagine that if God could talk He'd simply reiterate that we should all try and love one another as we would want to be loved.

It's a simple command - but one that millions of people can't handle.

Comments

Carrie Lynn Fazzolari said…
If God could talk, he'd say "Bravo" to you. You nailed it.
28 May, 2009
Andrea Renee said…
It does seem like such a simple concept. I've always been completely bewildered by the oxymoron "holy war."
28 May, 2009
CorLeone said…
Someone told me once that people attribute things to God, that may not actually be Him; it may really be Satan that works through/with others to crack your faith. God would probably say to you,
"Cliff, I'm working on it and I love you."
30 May, 2009
CorLeone said…
One more thing... I have always lived by the motto
EXPECT what you ACCEPT.
I have recently decided to change my expectations a bit!
30 May, 2009
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