Justifying The Unjustifiable

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Friday, 6 December 2013

God, I Forgive You

I am now the wrong side of forty and I do not have the blessings of a partner. I do not have the blessings of any children either. In fact, I live in a world of almost silence as the number of people that I communicate with each day can easily be counted on the fingers of one hand. Admittedly, I had a 'respectable' career once upon a time but I ruined it, but the God of second chances has chosen not to furnish me with a second chance. I also used to have a lot of money but through the march of time I frittered it away on gambling and on property investments that backfired. Again the God of second chances has apparently gone missing. You also allowed my daddy to be taken away from me at the age of fifty from cancer. I am left with few friends, no brothers, no car, no nothing. You even sent your son to die a horrible, torturous death on the cross apparently because I am such a bad person, thereby making me feel guilty that Jesus had to suffer such an agonising ordeal. You expect me to sit in church and suffer folk who humour me and patronise me [while inside they are thinking "Thank God that I'm not in his sad shoes".]
Maybe I didn't sing loud enough in church. Maybe I didn't pray in the right tone of voice all those numerous times when You refused to grant my prayer requests. Maybe I didn't put enough money in the collection plate. Maybe I'm the only person who ever went to bible study and spoke impressively, but whose life has been a paragon of hypocrisy. Gee, I must be the only person in world history whose Christianity was a bunch of empty words. [Surely not?!] Maybe my angels who have apparently been sent to watch over me aren't up to the job. Maybe when I 'repented' and said sorry, I didn't really mean it. Maybe I'm just a cruel, evil, nasty son of a bitch, and everyone else around me is a model citizen, a shining beacon of morality and righteousness. [Is everyone else really so terrific and I am so terrible?!]
Oh well, whatever the reason for the absence of your blessings, Father, I forgive You!