Mystery

After re-reading some of my diary entries today, I took a drive out to the Mall of America and back because they have the only post office that I know of that was open past 4:30, and I had to send something to some pals in IL.

On the way there I was tossing around the things that had been stirred up from the sediment at the bottom of the cesspool I call my mind. One thought began to stick out more than all of the others…

First let me say that I lied in my previous entry. I know I said I’m going to try to not ask “Why” about everything, and I did try, but it’s not something I can really control. So I’ve failed there. Tough.

So this is what I thought about; Why is God such a mystery?

That may seem like a fairly simple question that deserves a simple answer, but it isn’t either. Why is it that God feels the need to be so elusive when so many people earnestly seek for the truth, and yet when they think they find it (or him) you can find someone else who thinks the exact same thing, but has found a “God” that is totally different than they think they’ve found.

I suppose it could be argued that God is infinite and we aren’t, and so we couldn’t comprehend him. But why can’t he allow us to comprehend him to the best of our abilities?

Christians will attempt to make the case that God loves everyone and wants so bad for no one to go to hell that he has provided “a way out” for us. As I contemplated this, I thought back to the parable of the Prodigal Son, as well to any normal, loving father. What father, if his children were in mortal and eternal danger, wouldn’t do EVERYTHING within his power to keep his children from that danger? Now dying on a cross for the sins of the world is all fine, and maybe God did have some reason to need a sacrifice, but if he really is an all-knowing, all-powerful God, I don’t think anyone can even come close to saying that he did, or is doing, everything within his power to bring all his children home.

Christians would answer this by talking about how God requires faith and belief and all that. But why? What is SO important or special about “belief” and “faith?” Does God sit wherever he is and see how many people he can get to follow him on the least amount of proof and evidence and convincing that he can possibly use?

Why does God have to be such a mystery? It seems to me that since he is supposedly omnipotent and can do anything and everything, that if he really wants us to believe and know him, that he should make himself real to us all in ways that we can perceive and appreciate.

So yeah, that’s what I thought about.

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“Some say a comet will fall from the sky

Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves

Followed by fault lines who cannot sit still

Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits

And some say The End is near

Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon

Certainly hope we will

I sure could use a vacation from this…”- Tool