Black Stallion

“We all die. We won’t live forever. It’s our job to create something that will.”

“Steve, do you prefer thinking that things could be worse or that things could be better?” “I prefer thinking ‘things are.'” An appropriate response to a question that already had an answer.

These past few days have been a bit of a whirlwind for me, as I’ve been going all over Los Angeles on an adventure I’ll write about after tomorrow morning is over. I’ve learned a lot in this very, very long week.5 here and I understand the journey is far from over. In fact, it’s just beginning. You don’t know what I know. You don’t know what I’ve seen. You haven’t been where I’ve been.

But you may, soon.

This will be edited and added to.

And here comes the edit:

Part reflection. Part contemplative. Part irritation. Part uncertainty. 100% Plaat.

Which part to begin with?

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about G-d lately. When I say G-d, I don’t mean the one we learned about in Sunday school, catechism classes, self-delusional ideas that present this G-d as a man-made god, made even less powerful than the human minds that created him (because the Creator of the universe has a gender? Really? This would imply he, if this god is, in fact, a he, has a penis, which I find doubtful and unnecessary — this may be heretical. I don’t care)

G-d. Creator. Divine Being. All-Powerful. Who and what is this? The above statement may have sounded a bit on the sarcastic side. However, it’s reflective of a very serious fallacy we’ve been led to believe that G-d is somehow like us, having a gender, which would imply that ‘he’ has similar traits to the male gender, and certain disconnects with the female gender, a concept I find hard to believe. I don’t believe G-d is more masculine or feminine any more than whether or not a chef takes on characteristics of the chocolate chip cookies he’s creating. Were this to be the case, I would brew coffee, in hopes that I may acquire a spout on my finger that would fill my mug at any given point. Perhaps I’d make wine so I would never have a sad day, as my wine glass would overflow. Or perhaps I’d whip up a batch of chocolate, so I would always have a supply of comfort at hand. Reverse this idea to the way we ‘create’ the Creator to serve our selfish purposes.

I still have not had one intelligent response to the “Jesus problem” question I have been struggling with. I’ll re-post:

“Consider the American Indians, who worshiped the Great Spirit, the One who created the universe. Before Christopher Columbus landed on American soil and introduced them to European religion, would they be going to hell because they hadn’t accepted Christ as their personal savior? Prior to Christ’s death/crucifixion, would they be going to hell? Before Christ was ever born, would they go to hell for not being ‘born again’ let alone, baptized?”

I’d welcome any answer to this question.

Prior to answering, consider the reference in the Bible – “G-d is the same yesterday, today, and forevermore.”

Go!

There’s a lot more on my mind. But it can wait for a later time.

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