Originally posted by beanieboy
What I am told about God simply doesn't make sense.
Luther disagreed with the church, so do I.
I am told that Jesus is my Savior. Or he's not, if I decide he isn't.
Jesus saves people from sin. And yet, they continue to sin.
I am told that the Bible is God's word, but none of it is written by Jesus, who is God.
I am told that the Bible is God, and is revered, and then a poster said, "Who cares about theologians?" They have done research on the text, the culture, etc. But who cares? Who needs to research the bible? Who cares what experts say about the bible?
People who Christian think nonchristians should obey the bible.
When God sees you, he only sees Jesus. And yet, he knows you personally.
God loved you while you were yet a sinner. But God has to see you through Jesus tinted glasses, because he can't bear to see your sin. But he had no problem looking at it before.
God loves you unconditionally, except you have to love him back.
God loves you and really doesn't want to send you to hell where you will be tortured for eternity.
God gave us free will, and wants us to choose to do his will, or he will send us to said hell.
I say that I feel the wind and think of God. I'm called a pagan. I look at the trees and think of them being created by God, think of the life a tree has, the way it eats sunlight, and drinks with its roots. That makes me a pagan.
I tell you that each day, I pray. I sit happily and think about the wonderful day I was blessed with. I thank God for enough food and shelter, and for making me me.
I am told that I worship a false God.
I think about God a lot. I come here and ask questions. I read the Bible. I read Buddhism books, I read any spiritual thing I can.
I debate. I think about it.
And I am told that I am lost.
I ask God to reveal himself to me each day.
I come here and am told not to rely on my own understanding.
I am told not to trust my own reasoning.
Other people tell me that I have to believe their religion, that Jesus died, and I have to ask him to be my savior, yet, they tell me to listen to no man.
So I don't. And they say, "Listen to me! Don't listen to any man!"
It's very illogical.
I don't know how to turn my brain off and believe that.
These are not questions of a child. These are questions of a man.
As a child, I remember being 4, and my mother making hot dogs. I looked down at them and said, "mom, is Jesus in your heart?" She said, yes. Dads? Yes. Mine? Yes.
How can he be cut in enough pieces?
I was thinking of the hot dogs. You can't feed millions of people on one hot dog.
These are not childish questions.