Dear all,
Around three weeks ago, one of you (I think it was bohm) posted a link with a superbly written thesis attempting to prove Yahweh as depicted in the Old Testament doesn't exist. I'm nearly through with it (it's thick and parts of it are beyond my understanding, but it's fascinating). One of the arguments in particular stayed in my mind for a couple of days (I think it was the argument of polymorphic projection) and then something weird happened: in my prayer that night (yes, I'm still clinging to this habit; my love for Jehovah is still very real although I accept he may not exist) it occurred to me maybe the argument wasn't so far-fetched after all, maybe the God who lovingly created us has actually grown old and lost most of His power and He will die some day. And then I thought: "What if it is true? It's another possibility, isn't it? It would at least help to answer why He is not stepping in any more. Maybe all He can do now is listen to us in agony, wishing with all His heart He could help us out of our suffering but powerless to do so (imagine for example the pain of a parent whose child begs him to cure his/her cancer), putting up with our insults at His silence and passivity, totally heartbroken while He observes our plight, maybe even feeling responsible for it since He created us...". And I suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of love and pity for him... PITY?!?! HOW WEIRD IT FELT! And then I said: "Jehovah, or whatever your name is, if you are there, if you are listening, I want you to know I love you as much as I always have, even if you can't help us any more, and I'm sorry if we are burdening you with our worries. I'm on your side, I love you for having created me. Don't feel bad please. I'm with you..." And I went on along those lines.
For the first time in my life, I felt sorry for God. This was a new feeling to me. It felt like a blasphemy a little. It may just be a subconscious strategy to cling to my belief in God while conveniently excusing His lack of evidence in our world nowadays. I don't know...
Those of you guys who are old enough to have gone through this: Do you remember the moment in your life when for the first time you looked at your father and mother as an adult and you understood the roles had changed, and how from that point on YOU would have to protect him or her instead of the other way round? It's sort of a painful realization, isn 't it? It happened to me with both my father and mother (at different points in life) and now I recognize this same familiar feeling in regard to my Heavenly Father. It's weird...
I'd love to know if any of you have ever had similar feelings...
By the way, I love you guys. A lot. I mean it.