HS,
We're all pretty much in agreement that it is assinine and idiotic to believe that all of mankind has had to suffer and die so because two morons had bad taste in fruit trees.
Furthermore, we can toss out the "God is 'testing' us" nonsense, too.
Can you imagine a human father saying to his ten-year-old son:
Dad: "Well, son, I'm gonna have to give you lots difficult tests for the rest of your life."
Son: "What kind of tests?"
Dad: "For one, you have to worship me, and not only that, you have to worship me in the way I like to be worshipped."
Son: "What way is that, Dad?"
Dad: "Can't tell you. You've got to figure it out."
Son: "What if I get it wrong, Dad?"
Dad: "I'll kill you."
Son: "Oh."
Dad: "As you are growing up and going through life, you will have tests, tests that I will put in front of you ON PURPOSE."
Son: "Why would you do that, Dad?"
Dad: "Because I LOVE you, that's why?"
Son: "That doesn't make sense."
Dad: "One of the tests you will have is to never question anything I say, no matter how idiotic it is. If you do, I will kill you."
Son: "How will I know if I'm able to pass all those tests you give me, Dad?"
Dad: "If I don't kill you, you've passed them."
Son: "Aren't you going to give me any advice or help so I'll know what to do?"
Dad: "Well, if you insist, here's a guidebook for you. It's totally confusing, full of myths, false prophecies, weird chronologies and loaded with contradictions. If you can figure it out, you win the game. If you can't, I'll kill you."
Son: "You're REALLY weird, Dad."
Since no sane human father would ever do that to his own children, how are we to expect that the God of all Gods would do that to his own children?
Perhaps we somehow all chose to be sent here as some part of a game. We agreed to have our memories erased while we were on earth playing the game, and we got to select the circumstances of our birth and some of the circumstances (good and bad) that would befall us during our human existence. Perhaps we get to play this game as many or as few times as we wish, and none of it means anything, other than that it is a game. If we were immortal, such a game might be a wonderful diversion from harp-playing and God-praising.
Hell, I DON'T KNOW!
I don't know about you, but I know this: "As for me and my household, we ain't gonna sell no stinking Watchtowers ever again!"
Farkel
Edited by - Farkel on 9 September 2002 22:38:19