Last night found me viewing pornography; the following morning I badly tweaked my back bending over to tie my shoes. My first thought: God is unhappy with me and is reminding me of my status as a sinful, prideful, nasty little creature. Why not? Blessings for obedience, curses for disobedience. I think they call it justice.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have an hour with Jesus every year or so. I’d ask my questions and he’d tell me how the answers aren’t easy and I’d be ok with that. Then perhaps he’d tell me this condemnation is not his hope for me; that the devil has a God-mask and dons it whenever things go south. Hard to believe though. I prefer the punitive God who gives us what we deserve. Behavior over relationship, any time.
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“Innocent World“
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