Nope, not at all. When our first baby died in delivery 32 years ago, the pastor told me Gawd has his reasons for allowing me to go through nine months of pregnancy, a difficult and long labor and then a dead child in the end. I could see no purpose in that at all. If this god wanted another “littlest angel” as the pastor said, then why not just create in heaven to begin with. There is no lesson that a 22 year-old grieving mother can learn from that, except that I learned a human lesson and that is some doctors and hospitals are just plain incompetent.

At the funeral we recently went to, the pastor talked about how god created our dear friend to touch other people’s lives, to help them, comfort, and show her kindness. Well, what does god create serial killers for? Uh…oh yeah…that’s Satan’s fault.

It would have helped if God could have just explained to me what he was doing like you would expect from anyone else. I had a hard time understanding what was considered evil in a human was good if it came from God. I heard, “God is a jealous god!” But WE were expected to be above that kind of thing. WE were expected to be BETTER than God, and yet we had to do it without the omnipitance.

Fritzy, I hear ya! The pastor talked about all the good this wonderful woman did, then proceeded to say that she knew she was a sinner! Then he talked about how he went to the Alzheimer’s home to give her communion and said even though she didn’t know him, or her own daughters, that he could see it in her eyes that she never lost her knowledge or her relationship with Jeeeebus! Unbelievable what lies they tell!

And when they were talking about the heavenly “dwelling places” and she was reunited with her husband in heaven and what a wonderful place she is in with no more suffering and so much happiness…when he finally said let’s sing …It would have been more fitting to break out into the song “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” !

I went to a Cat-o-lic funeral about a year ago–the father of a previous co-worker. I guess the guy was really involved in charity work and other community activities. He was a really great guy (I never met him). The reason I know this? A mutual friend told me.

If I had gone by the funeral for info on the guy, I wouldn’t have even known he was married! No mention of his loving wife (evidently had a really good relationship), no mention of his community service. All they talked about was how much this guy loved Jay-bus. For and hour and a half! With of course the obligatory prayers to allow this humble servant into paradise (not sure where he would go otherwise, since purgatory has been closed for service recently.)

What a waste.

^^ Cole: “I know I’m a sick fuck. But I don’t even compare to how sick this god is.”
To borrow a bit of “snark” from an really old song lyric…
“You’re not sick…you’re just in love!”

HOWEVER…the fucked up god NOTION…IS sick…VERY sick, I’m not afraid to say.
[What!...Time for some bold faced Blasphemy?]
I’m guessing that the “Root” reason lies in the fact that whatever various fucktards made all the original ideas up…they were SERIOUSLY, mentally sick. Certainly, totally ignorant of the Universe.
In a way…they LITERALLY didn’t know the difference between their ass, and hole in the ground.
[OK...I know...more snark!]

The whole subject “literally” makes me think that ANY atheist, with any reasonable intelligence and, of course, COMPASSION…given the imagined “Power” that is so falsely attributed to the utterly outrageous, illusionary religious “God”…would EASILY do a better job…certainly WAY more humane and compassionate!
One can easily, I think, make up an almost endless list of better ideas about the whole issue of human existence.
Starting with…genetically inborn basic KNOWLEDGE…from birth.
Face it…the Genesis story STARTS with the insane condemnation of Knowledge. IOW…we’re unjustly and totally fucked from the get-go. You’re really not supposed to know…anything.
Given that totally warped and insidious idea, it’s no wonder there is so much ignorance in today’s fucked up World. I could go on, but…
Yeah…SHEESH!!!

When you fall down you have to pick yourself back up. He will not help you.

Just as a clarification: when we fall down, (1) it might just be the case that we’re not going to get picked back up at all (i.e., we’re terminal), (2) we can pick ourselves back up, or (3) we can get help from each other to pick ourselves back up.

I’ve always been a big fan of (3), especially after having kids…

I know I’m a sick fuck. But I don’t even compare to how sick this god is.