God Gave Me the Courage
So the joker that cut off his wife's head is explaining that God gave him the courage to perform the deed.
Really?
That was God's solution?
There really is a strange dynamic at work there. When things go tragically wrong, there are a lot of people who point to the imaginary man in their head to explain their behavior.
Now I'm not being atheistic here. I am not saying that there aren't moments when God's light shines through in the children's eyes, in the wife's smile, when the dog leaps and runs through the snow. I'm not saying that God isn't there when spring arrives and the beauty of nature takes hold as the complex idea of just being alive is fully appreciated.
I've just never had God whisper in my ear, "Cut off her f*&$%ng head!"
In fact, unlike George Bush, he has never once consulted me in a voice that sounds like Morgan Freeman in that movie with Jim Carrey.
The voice of God that I've heard has come in the form of things my children tell me, lessons that I learned at the hands of my parents, and in the sound of my own voice as I try and put together my own moral code.
God didn't tell that freak to chop his wife's head off. God didn't tell Bush to invade Iraq. He doesn't tell people to perform self-destructive behavior to win His love.
Perhaps I'm wrong. There certainly enough people who are willing to place blame, or find a convenient crutch with which to support themselves and their lame brain ideas.
God is telling me to get up and go to work today.
He is telling me to be kind to my family and the people I see as I travel through my day.
"What's that?"
God just told me to eat pasta this evening until it comes out my nose.
Okay, then...here we go. Watch the circus freak eat.
God is making me do it.
Really?
That was God's solution?
There really is a strange dynamic at work there. When things go tragically wrong, there are a lot of people who point to the imaginary man in their head to explain their behavior.
Now I'm not being atheistic here. I am not saying that there aren't moments when God's light shines through in the children's eyes, in the wife's smile, when the dog leaps and runs through the snow. I'm not saying that God isn't there when spring arrives and the beauty of nature takes hold as the complex idea of just being alive is fully appreciated.
I've just never had God whisper in my ear, "Cut off her f*&$%ng head!"
In fact, unlike George Bush, he has never once consulted me in a voice that sounds like Morgan Freeman in that movie with Jim Carrey.
The voice of God that I've heard has come in the form of things my children tell me, lessons that I learned at the hands of my parents, and in the sound of my own voice as I try and put together my own moral code.
God didn't tell that freak to chop his wife's head off. God didn't tell Bush to invade Iraq. He doesn't tell people to perform self-destructive behavior to win His love.
Perhaps I'm wrong. There certainly enough people who are willing to place blame, or find a convenient crutch with which to support themselves and their lame brain ideas.
God is telling me to get up and go to work today.
He is telling me to be kind to my family and the people I see as I travel through my day.
"What's that?"
God just told me to eat pasta this evening until it comes out my nose.
Okay, then...here we go. Watch the circus freak eat.
God is making me do it.
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