I have a unique relationship with God. I don’t bother him by asking for material goods, getting me out of traffic tickets. or even saving my ass from eternal damnation, and he looks the other way when it comes to the dead ex-boyfriend cemetery I have in my backyard.
But seriously, I don’t think I think of the Big Guy the same way most people do. Especially down here in the South. I took that picture above because I thought it was funny. I blocked the elder/pastor’s name not because I thought God would would want me to, but because everyone deserves their privacy, and I don’t want to be sued. I tried to figure out what kind of church it was. I know they believe in Jesus and probably the apostles, and they sure do have a lot of services.
So back to God. Why is God so touchy about his name? Why is it so many people are shocked when you say ” Jesus Christ!” when you’re angry? I know a lot of people that cuss like sailors, spewing ”fuck” every other word, but if I let one “God damn” out, they look at me like lightning is about to strike. Sometimes I really do want God to damn something/someone. Isn’t that his job? What good is having a deity with superpowers if you can’t invoke them? And, say I’m not even ’taking His name in vain’, sometimes when I’m talking to someone I will end a happy phrase with “Praise be to sweet baby Jesus!” all goofy like, and it makes them uncomfortable, like they want to laugh, but I see fear in their eyes. What’s up with that?
I really don’t think God cares too much about daily conversations we have with one another. I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school, so I think my early beliefs get all muddled and entwined in my adult beliefs. What are your adult beliefs you ask? Well, I think it all boils down to just treating people the way you want to be treated. The golden rule, period. And no fluffy clouds and wings, or a burning hell. I don’t think believing in one thing or another, or going to a church/temple/ whatever gets you into “heaven”. And when my time comes, and if by chance I had it all wrong and I meet St. Peter at those pearly gates like some believe, and this dude has a bar of soap in his hands, shaking his head, I know I won’t be able to stifle a ” Sweet baby Jesus I was wrong! God damn, I’m gonna burn aren’t I?”3 Comments
Last weekend I watched one of the best movies I have seen all year. It’s called “The Lives of Others”. It’s a German film set in 1980 East Berlin. It’s about a successful playwright and his actress companion becoming subjects of the Stasi’s secret surveillance program. But it’s mostly about the man watching them and his life changing forever because of it. I’m telling you, watch this film. It is excellent. It is subtitled, but it is well worth any eye strain.3 Comments
I have my horoscope on my homepage at work. You know, how when you basically live for 8 hours in a cubicle world you try to personalize everything? Yeah, I know, sad. Anyway, it read as follows…
“Your secret ambition to take over the world is becoming a more attainable goal than you might have thought.”
Yeah Baby! Bout fucking time!
First thing on the agenda, make George Clooney my concubine.