What do we really want from God? Some want a personal God who is there for them in times of good and bad. Others would prefer a god who is more distant....one who allows us to be on our own and figure out everything for ourselves. Still others want a god who really is a reflection of themselves...not more no less.
Do we really want a God who is in control of everything? We say we do but for some reason we want an out that allows us to complain when things are not done to our satisfaction. After all, there is too much evil and pain in the world...why can't God do something about that? I don't have enough of what i want (read need), can't God do something about that? If God is in control, then why are people allowed to act the way they do? Why.......... the questions are endless.....
I'm so glad my childhood school days are over. Spent too much time at an unnamed middle school today trying to get my son registered
I was reading a post in my other blog (the one i could no longer access.... tech genius that i am) and it used the quote from Star Wars about fear leading to anger and anger leads to the dark side. I was on a kick about fear but I'm wondering now if doubt is not only more subtle but more dangerous......... more on this later
That's what I think when I write. I'm going to get into trouble. Someone is not going to agree with what I wrote and/or how I wrote it. That concern is being overruled by a new growing concern that I have...but let me explain a bit first.
Every once in a while (usually before a move), I'll go through several boxes of papers trying to figure out what to throw away. I usually don't get very far before I begin to find a few notepads which contain random journal entries about...well......random topics. I read these and begin to wonder who this person was that wrote them. The writing doesn't sound anything like me but yet it is my handwriting (scribble with a purpose). "Why did I say those things"... "why did I feel that way"..... "wow, this guy is funny"..... "i wonder what happened to him?" This is the only way I can connect with the me of the past. Here's the problem...... I'm finding fewer notepads.
I know what it is. The idealistic me is being replaced by a more pragmatic one. Maybe this happens as you get older but I think it's gone a little too far. The "realistic" voice in my head has become so strong that I don't think there is any room for dreaming. For reasonable reflection. For wild conjecture. For anything but....what is. And who wants to write about that?
My concern is that the me of the future will not be able to trace back to the thoughts and feelings I currently hold. At least , not without me putting them down.....somewhere. So......I will write, blog, jibber-jabber, whatever. It may get me into to trouble.....but at least I'll know how I got there.
