”First there was& “is” God; He got bored and decided to create angels. For some time it was exciting but after a couple of eons with angels praising and worshiping Him and all what not, the routine got boring. Lucifer added some spice with the whole rebellion thing and shook up the place a little but after some eons boredom crept in again…and that was what planted the idea of the creation of man.
Men were given the power to be gods on earth basically…. They were to rule their lives and destinies and earth however they pleased. Unlike the angels they were not compelled from creation to praise and worship God, they could choose…to serve Him, Lucifer or themselves.
The creation of Man in essence ended the boredom in heaven, because Men and their actions or inactions on earth served as entertainment for all the inhabitants of Heaven; and till this day there has never been a dull moment. “
A movie or a book or something I stumbled into led to the formation of this train of thought.
I like to think I’m a Christian, because as irreligiously barbaric as my childhood was I decided of my own freewill to walk in His ways or at least make a conscious effort to. But it seems that I have never been able to just “accept” some things without questioning them and although I feel guilty and a tad bit abnormal compared to my Christian sisters, I strongly believe that God gave us the power to sieve and muse before making decisions…because 1. It’s funner for our audience and 2. Well if He wanted sheep minded people He wouldn’t have made us the way we are…
The imbalance of our “stage” amongst other things make me wonder…most poor people are lazy but on the other hand a lot of hard working folks are poor and continue to labor in vain till death ends their misery, not all those that seek His kingdom first and obey every word in our rule book have every other thing on earth added onto them. If we are gods on earth to rule the earth as we please, is “every other thing” not fulfillment and the possession of the wealth of earth- our stage? Because when one dies nothing on earth really matters. There’s no point dwelling on suffering right now. I refuse to drift to that state of mind…
Moving on… the Israelites- amusing people- were and might still be God’s favorite and He made sure everyone knew it, which might explain why they always got away with their misdemeanors. Daring Gentile nations faced the consequences of messing with them. They knew He loved them and more often than not they took advantage of that.
A year has almost gone by and BokoHaram, an unreasonable bunch of thwarts, have gotten away with messing with Christians and it just makes me wonder, not about His existence- there’s no question about that- but about the many things He allows happen.
Is it all a game? Is it fair to test someone and push them to their limit just to find out whether or not they are faithful? Or to get upset or term it as “sin” when that person breaks down and gives in to the filth and chaos that our stage is? It’s like taunting a hungry caged lion with the aroma and sight of a freshly killed antelope and then placing it in front of the lion to watch it decay…. Should that lion be punished for killing the first person it sees immediately it is set free?
Automobile companies make some vehicles specially to destroy them; test cases. They choose what vehicles should be sold or destroyed, they decide the forms, shapes, uses, type of fuel…everything.
It is a tad bit reasonable to compare Man to automobiles, He decides what happens in the long run- free will or not. Whether He’ll overlook a man’s flaws or make abrupt judgment, those that are born to occupy space and those that are born to make history. So are we just puppets? Made for amusement?
The One that practically gave His (because they are basically one and the same) life for conceited marionettes … it is somewhat unnerving to conclude that we are just pawns in some bigger stage play He has set to happen in an unforeseeable future… ‘Tis hard to understand God, for to understand Him fully is to have Him contained, bottled and to ponder that likelihood is futile.
So will I ever become that person with indisputable conviction? At the end of my act will I have fully understood to a content extent, the ways of our Director and His vision for this play? Will the fear of inflicting His wrath upon myself eventually subdue my endless musings? Or will I continue being an incessant source of amusement for my audience?
Does anyone share this notion? What are your views on religion and the happenings of the world or anything that seems to have no clear meaning to you? Kindly use the comment box to relay your deliberations.