Monday, August 20, 2012

Bringing A Folding Chair To The Crucifixion

I'd hate to be God. It's not only that He got whipped and crucified, but He's hooked up with a bunch of creatures who enjoy doing that to Him every day.

And that's just Christians.

One of the huge benefits of the Internet and Social Media is that you get an insight into human nature through the immediacy of information delivery, and the complete inability of many people to refrain from pressing the 'enter' key or the 'send' button.

The world is now an extension of the Playroom,  and we can have all the verbal diarrhea we want. Someone'll be along to clean it up.

 And WOW! I just heard from a Very Major Televangelist - as I write this - that Israel should take over as much Arab land as possible, especially in Jerusalem, because it'll help bring the End Times closer.

You're the Benjamin generation after all, and God will pour blessings down on you. After taking them from the Arabs, in this case.

Give me a break. Jesus said stuff like, Blessed Are Those Who Mourn, For They Shall Be Comforted.

Where, in His name, to we get the justification to sweep people aside because they're different from us, and we think we're entitled?

And to whom will God turn, when he Mourns the way we twist His words?

Who will comfort Him?

1 comment:

  1. After a trip to Israel, I was disappointed that I didn't get a bumper sticker saying (in Hebrew) "We are with the Golan." [And yes, I guess Israel does need buffer land between it and Syria. More than ever, now.]
    I was less starry-eyed some weeks later, when Israel closed the border after some horrendous bombing in Tel Aviv.
    We'd stayed at Christ Church Jerusalem guest house. And the Palestinian cook did an excellent job. And now he lost his job (and the guest house lost a good cook), because Israel closed the border.
    And I thought, "They're not stopping terrorists. They're creating terrorists." The unemployed. The disaffected.
    And now they've put up the wall, de facto creating the nation of Palestine.
    Don't get me going!

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