Today, I come with a ponder and an
answer to many questions of mine. First the ponder.
A good friend of mine, who happens to
be an Atheist, threw me a question that I could not answer, and still
lack a solid answer for: God, in the Old Testament, seems to have
murdered thousands of people for the smallest things. A humorous
Youtube video shows the “condemning” behavior of my God:
This is still incredibly troubling to
me, and I will make a point of explaining all the instances in that
video in future times. But that's man weeks of research, and I fear
the results.
But that's depressing, onto a new
revelation of mine. Recently, I’ve noticed that God doesn't judge
based on actions. If such were the case, we'd generally be on good
footing with Him. A murderer would have something of a fright on his
judgment, but the rest of us would probably be slightly better off.
No, God judges on intent. He judges the millions of synapse firings
in our minds, and the pistol firings outside mean very little. This
agrees with my notion that God's expectations are much different for
each person (this is not to say that you need to do more than simply
believe in Him for salvation, no that's still there.), just as there
are many different people on this Earth. The Murderer and the Liar,
thus, are on even standing for the father.
Let me explain it as thus. I have a
quite (metaphorical) ravishing, beautiful woman I am in a
relationship with. We both know she only drinks diet liquids, due to
her want to lose a few pounds. She and I do things (my parents would
kill me if they knew I was doing them) often, and I happen to feel
extremely guilty about this, due to the guilt I have based upon my
morality. She doesn't have said reservations, but is deeply disgusted
by my binging on Coca Cola after said fooling around.
I ask her why she feels such a hatred
for Coca Cola, as it is simply something that God put on this earth,
and she asks me the same about the frolicking we do.
I tell her than the floor-shaking is
wrong, according to my religion, to which she responds that Coca Cola
is just as bad, for it isn't the best thing to be putting in your
body (your body Is a temple, after all).
I tell her that Coca Cola is not a bad
thing, since God allows us to drink it. Before she can reply, I
interject that I know she'd say just the same thing about the sheet
slamming.
We both sit there awkwardly for a few
minutes, each knowing that we do not think of each others vices as
the demons they are.
I take anther sip of Coca Cola, then a
particularly intelligent shade of the color Blue wanders over. It
tells us that maybe it doesn't matter the action of what you do, but
the intent behind the action. It's okay for me to drink Coca Cola, so
long as I don't feel a problem about it. But if doing so hurts her,
and I know of the damage it does to her, then my intent turns
negative.
Much the same, If we play Rugby under
the covers, and I know it's wrong, then I am doing both her and
myself wrong. It is up to the people who find things wrong to tell
others of their errors, but with the knowledge that everyone has
vices unbearable to others. Of course, this tends to allow anyone to
simply rationalize anything, and then become desensitized to the act.
I didn't say Christianity wasn't a rankly terrifying concept.
It's not the action, but the intent
behind that defines you. There is a saying that goes, “When a man
looks upon a plate of ham and eggs and lust after it, he hath already
committed breakfast in his heart!”
That saying would tend to agree with my
above statement.
In other news, I’m going off to
upstate New York to launch a fifteen foot rocket weighing in at 500
lbs in three weeks! It's going to be amazing, and I’ll have plenty
of video and pictures! Stay tuned!
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