Mystery Part 2

Why’s it all have to be such a mystery?

What’s so wrong with making answers plain to see?

Sitting all my life holding an empty cup

Twenty-something and I’m ready to give up

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That’s a verse from something I wrote back on December 21st.

And this is something from February 1st…

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.

Why, if God really exists, does he feel the need to be so mysterious and so hard to find? Why can’t he make himself known to those who really want to know if he’s truly there at all?

And why am I so fricking preoccupied with wondering about all this?

Sorry, but I had another conversation about all this with a friend tonight and it has me a bit angry and wondering.

Perhaps tonight God will say “You fool, this very night your soul is required of thee.” And maybe I’m screwed. And you know what? I think I’ve kind of come to accept that. I’ve come to grips, as much as an undying heathen can, with the fact that if God is real that I’m screwed.

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“I am in a living hell,

Makes me wonder if I’m alive

Can’t seem to bring myself to figure out why.”

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