The Tree Falls Alone Pt 2
November 19, 2011
So the questions I have about (and for [like #1 what the hells up with my brain chemicals lol]) God are of course infinite. But they are more general knowledge questions, more fill in the blank kind’a things.
I do have an almost equal number of questions for his followers here on earth. I mean help a dysfunctional brother out!!
So here’s where it ties into the last page. So many of the Christians I’ve known (God bless their souls) so many of the churches I’ve attended seem to focus less on the words of Jesus, and more on the rules of Paul. That would make the appropriate term for these individuals “Paulists”.
Now I don’t care if you want to be “Paulists” and get all tied up in the anal details of a self described persecuting authoritarian with a self flagellating fetish. Just don’t call yourself Christians.
I mean these are the kind’a things that really fuel my dysfunction. Words mean something. Which leads me to another big issue I have with the way Christianity has been set up from the very beginning….wait…what?
I know I talk about believing in God and Jesus and stuff, then I spend time openly mocking such beliefs. Both of those statements are true. I don’t know why it’s such a problem to have faith and too question at the same time. But I believe if God made my brain, then he made it dysfunctional, made it in such a way that it questions and searches and mocks, even itself…
A little dog chasing it’s tail..it is to lol
Okay anyway so back at it. The word in this instance is sacrifice (here’s where Little Mouse would like me to put a definition in but hell if you don’t know the definition of sacrifice please stop reading this blog and immediately pick up a f-ing dictionary).
And God so loved the world that he sent…okay well we all know it (again, like above, stop…this time Bible). But he wasn’t really His “son“, not like you and I think of it, we can also all agree on that.
So what do we have, lets examine it. This Supreme Being (beyond our understanding) somehow takes a part of itself (like propagating a new species of flower, or like cloning[I'm not saying that's what it was, just an intellectual reference point]). I mean if you believe all this stuff, then you believe this too be true also yes? Am I right so far?
Okay so things get weird from here on out, (I’ll have Little Mouse check my sentence structure later lol) hopefully I can write it out so that this dysfunction will be properly addressed.
The things is if I’m the Supreme Being and I have a plan that calls for me to temporarily remove, dissect, diffuse, whatever ya’ wanna call it a “piece” of myself and use it to co-opt this tiny fetus, full well knowing that in roughly thirty years or so ( less than a nano-second to God) it will return to me, that’s not a sacrifice; maybe at best I’d give ya’ an inconvenience.
But we do have one shining example of sacrifice, of true sacrifice, in this whole story. A guy who did God’s dirtiest work, and has been rewarded, not with the right hand seat, but an eternity, an eternity (again if ya’ believe this whole thing, and here I mean of course if you believe in exact literal interpretation) in torment, in hells deepest fires. Who was this man, who once realizing how badly he had been double duped, understood rightly that his name would now be vilified through out human history, took his own life as the punch line to this cosmic joke?
We all know by now I mean Judas. Judas Iscariot. And so it came to me that we believers in God who are searching, searching for understanding, a deeper understanding of the word sacrifice; perhaps we should look closer at Judas.
So now that was fun wasn’t it