Sister asked us, "Why did God create you?" Or was it "Why did God create the World?"
Whichever one, we learned from her this-"Because he was lonely".
I read science fiction. I am not a speed reader, or even a fast reader. Since I retired I sometimes get a book done in three or four days. But that depends on how I'm distracted.
I distract very easily.
I thought yeterday, that people themselves get distracted. You have to. I think that is how people may, (might?) find out what they want to do. I don'know if some people, or just a small relative number "find" what they want to do.
There are a lot of people smarter than myself. There are a lot dumber than I am too.
I think when many go out in the world to be on there own, or got married from living with Mom and Dad (that's alright by the way), they have to do something for a lot of different reasons. For one, most people have self pride and don't want to be looked down upon by others.
Besides, you who may have partanen in the Black Lives matter. Or for many of you that did, don't you feel that some people, just because of the cars they drive, the houses and areas where they live, the jobs they hold (and you don't) and altogether what they own and how many people they can give orders to and they are followed look down at you?
I keep hearing people say, "I don't feel that way. I'm just happy to live my life as best as I can and try my best to be friendly to everyone else. To some of us, including myself, unless in the years past i was attracted to someone and wanted to get somewhere with her, I can't stand those people.
Like they never get mad at anyone. I think they must go home and into the cellar and keep working on that quintom bomb so they can get even with everyone.
No, I'm just trying to be funny here. And you can get mad or not laugh or turn me off if you like too. I'm really not here for anyone but myself. And even I question myself on that point as well.
So now, what was the point of sister saying that to us? Well, it was our introduction to God. And I'm sure a lot of you had a similar introduction if you are a Christian. If you're not, and had some kind of introduction to some other religion, I'm sure it was that simple to get you to start to think of the world as being created, or maybe not.
I don't know how Buddhists indroduce their kids to Buddhism. Or atshiets talk to their kids. But for a lot of us in this world, very early, we are given something that starts us to think of things with a viewpoint.
I'm gonna kind of hop along kind of quicker than this now........
Some of the big differences in people is how what they think they are made of. I don't mean that in a monster movie sort of way where the ghost takes over your body. I am thinking along the lines of afterlife. There are differences here that really do split up the thoughts as to what happens.
Most of us Christians do believe in a justice that will punish those that did just bad things in their life. And if they get away with it in this life, well, they'll get there's in the next. It was in latter high scholl that I began to think "What can someone do that's so bad that will cause them to burn (feeling all the pain of burning but never get turned into cinders) forever.
Have any of you ever tried thinking of eternity? One guy told me he did and fell on the floor eventually after he fainted. I didn't trust that he wasn't a real gad guy after that. But really. Can you think of anyone who deserves that?
I think we like to think that because if someone hurt anything I loved very badly or killed them, I would always like to think they are in Hell burning for eternity.
But what about justice? Is there a reason for it?
People have told me that we do not have to have an existing God to esatblish what we have termed justice. It just comes the past culture that lived before us, and the one that lived before that, and so on. A sort of tht Thales thing about the earth living on the back of a turtle. Or it that an Iroquois thing (belief I mean).
If you've heard this, you can skip down to where I stop.
Well, someone ultimately asked, "Who is the turtle standing on?" And the answer was given, "Another turtle." And that person contimued, and who is the second turtle stnding on?"
So the guy said, "Brother, he's standing on another turtle, and before you ask me another question let me just answer it for you.....From then on it's turtles all the way down."
Sorry, I just figured that if this blog is for the average people that maybe a few of you might not have heard that one.
But the question that brings up can be said to be this. "Who did make all this?" And if they did what keeps it all goin?"
It's a strange thing to me but I sort of see those that say"All that stuff about who made things is hogwash" It was just all here in the first place.", as being sort of lumped into three groups in my mind.
There are those who had something hurt that did not think God should have allowed, so they simply ended up thinking, "Well, that proves it, there just ain't any God, justice or anything like that, we all make it up ourselves and were all foolish to believe it!"
Then there's those on the opposite end of the stick that are real smart. And the more they study, the more they find out HOW things were done, the more they figure that finding out how everything came to be will be solved one day and it won't have anything to do with God."
The the third, and by far largest group come to believe it when they want a wedding a funeeral, last rites or a baby baptized or such, but don't necessrily go to church all too often. Or, if they do, they continue nod through the sermon even if the Priest said that he put ham and eggs down his pants.
I wonder how they think right and wrong came to be. It has to come down to the culture thing or, because a lot of these folks tend to be in the smaller upper side of our societies, as long as people don't get in their way, as long as THEY don't get put away and as long as they stay out of way of who they don't want to bump into, things are fine. That might be an entire system of ethics on its own.
But I remember, and still see, things like big stained glass windows, single and entire sections of pews and name plates on Organs. After all, God appreciates those who spend money on his church and forgives a whole lot if they do. I would appreciate more about the ethics of folks like that. But that's what i see now.
You know, there is something to be said about ritual. Sister telling us at the biggining that God was lonely turned into "God Loves us." And pretty soon Bang! There we were, goin to confession to tell the Priest, who some thought had God on a seat Right there with him in the Congessional,er,,,Confessional telling him about the number of times I wet the bed or would not eat my canned peas, or would not eat the canned peas at my Dad's boss's house when we went there for dinner either. .....and we were on our way.
I remember being so nervous about having the priest put the communion wafer on my toungue that I gagged for years at each Mass before I had to go up and do it. We had a priest who had had polio earlier in his youth whose hands were not steady so you can imagine what both he and I went through up at that communion rail. He would jam it into my teeth as I was gaging away with making a noise like GACK! GACK! Finally he would zero in and manage to miss my teeth. But I continued to do my duty and keep that tongue stuck out at him.
And then it was over. I would return to my seat, not worrying about the drool I got in my mouh from his fingers, he had from other people he served before me. The task was done. I stopped gagging like a light switch was turn off and I was happy until the next time I had to do it. I think my parents must have been a little embarresssed at this. My brother just got mad at me and said to shut up if he was not sitting with his older friends and next to me instead. But it did not matter. I just continued to gag until I got the host.
Our pastor also had a hard time whispering. Once at Breakfast (or was it supper) my mother said that she did not like to go to confession to him (which we were obliged to do every two weeks at least). She said the last time she went, with three rows of men and women in the pews just outside of the confessional waiting. who she knew, besides Dad and me, she did not like it when he said quite loudly so everyone in the pews could hear, "Who you do that to, your mother or your brother? None of whom were even in town or even alive at the time. People knew that so they must have thought (must be an old sin).
I gotta go tonight, but I'll pick up where i left off the next time I visit here.
Until then.........Happy Trails to you!