The other day, my aunt who is a fundamentalist, asked me if I loved God. Wow!!! Love God??? Let's see, how does one begin to love God? Can one love something that one has never seen or heard or touched or felt or tasted or smelt? I love the taste of steak and kidney pie (especially if it's got a lot of gravy on it) and I love the smell of fried salmon but God is different. He's hidden himself so well that to demand love from anyone would be unjust and wrong.
Jesus compares God to our earthly fathers. But our earthly fathers are infinitely more responsible and fatherly than God. If there really is a God, it'd be very bold and shamelessly presumptuous of him to demand love. He is worse than an absentee father who despite his almighty powers, have concealed himself from his "child" . God gives his child 5 senses and ensures that he can't with these senses perceive God's existence at all. The poor child gathers a motley collection of ancient books and takes it to be God's word only to find the collection of books filled with errors and violence expected of any ancient literature. Yet the poor child soldiers on and bravely defends his pitiful collection of books as God's word, excusing God and defending him at every turn. God is better off non-existent.
It's hypocritical of anyone to say he loves God. It's impossible to do so, if you really think about it. What I love is the CONCEPT of God. I like the IDEA of him. But I most certainly don't love him any more than I love a green unicorn. Perhaps I love a green unicorn more because I can at least imagine what it looks like.
Get thee behind me, God.
It's hypocritical of anyone to say he loves God. It's impossible to do so, if you really think about it. What I love is the CONCEPT of God. I like the IDEA of him. But I most certainly don't love him any more than I love a green unicorn. Perhaps I love a green unicorn more because I can at least imagine what it looks like.
Get thee behind me, God.
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