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Analogy of Gods Love in Action?

God's Love In Action! On the day my daughter was born, I looked at how beautiful, how pink and perfect, how adorable she was, and I knew that nothing but the best would do for her. I decided right then and there that I would provide for her the same love and support that God has given us, his human children, over our lifetimes. So I built her a special room in my house, with a one-way mirror and an intercom system, and I filled it with everything she would need -- furniture, toys, and special TV monitors with which I could show her educational and inspirational programming. Then I hugged her tightly to me, told her that I would always love her, and sealed her in her room. My wife objected to this strenuously, but as we all know, it was Eve who caused the downfall in the Garden of Eden. So women's opinions can't be trusted. The first few years were pretty easy. I had rigged up arm-length gloves through the wall, like you see in premature baby incubators, and I used those to feed and change her. I never let her see me, but I was always right there, admiring how beautiful and perfect she was. I would stand behind the one-way mirror for hours and watch her cry, and fidget, and fuss about, and -- every once in a while -- smile. I got every educational tape I could about baby and child development and showed them constantly on the monitors. It's with no small amount of pride that I report that she learned to walk and talk in only a few years just by watching the monitors. She learned from prerecorded messages how much I loved and cared for her, that she was my pride and joy, and she need only ask me for anything she wanted. She learned to use the intercom system to talk to me about her desires, her fears, her thoughts on life, and her questions. Of course I never answered her, but sometimes I would sneak in while she was sleeping and give her something nice, and she always used the intercom to thank me. Once, my family hit upon hard times, and I had to sneak in while she was sleeping and take all her toys and furniture to sell at our garage sale. She cried nonstop for about a week, and she must have asked "why?" over the intercom about a hundred times, but of course I never answered. She was only ten years old, and there's no way she could understand the reasons behind my decision, so why bother explaining? Well, today is her eighteenth birthday, the day I promised would come when she could join me and live in my house and explore the great, big world. The thing is, she gradually stopped using the intercom over the last few years, and when her birthday came she had stopped believing that I existed at all! So even though she had followed all my rules of conduct, I reluctantly pushed her out the front door and locked it behind her. Because what does being a good person mean if it's not for my benefit? As I write this she is pounding on the front door and begging for forgiveness. But, you know, rules are rules. I sure hope her little brother turns out better. The Moral Of The Story * We have not received a direct sign from our heavenly father in almost 2000 years to assure those of us who weren't alive back then that He still loves us. * Being omniscient, He knows that the majority of His children will go to Hell, reputedly a rather nasty place. Even the most absentee, deadbeat dad on Earth would at least make a phone call if his child were contemplating suicide, so why do we get less for an eternity of damnation? * Being omnipotent, a phone call is well within God's abilities. * Even creatures much less intelligent than ourselves can be comforted in times of stress (do you not reassure your pet verbally and by touch when taking them to the vet?), yet we are forced to read meaning from seemingly random signs and the multiply-translated scribblings of Iron Age shepherds. * When children ask for candy, parents don't always buy it for them, but they always respond "yes" or "no". Our prayers are never answered with a real answer, always with a cryptic sign. * The world is full of hundreds of religions, preaching vastly different credoes. Therefore, most of them are wrong. If your child were to read a math book and mistakenly conclude that 2+2=5, would you not gently guide them toward the correct answer? Would it be even more imperative if their life were at stake? Their immortal soul? * If you discovered a charlatan using your name to defraud your child of his hard-earned piggybank fund (don't deny that at least some TV preachers are faking it), would you not condemn that charlatan or at least warn your impressionable child that he is giving his money to a con artist? If the Christian God exists, he's a sick, demented, or senile bastard and worthy of no one's worship. Look, I'm not mad at God, as it might appear from this diatribe. You cannot be angry at what does not

Public Comments

1. "You cannot be angry at what does not ..." What does not what? Oh, man, you're * killing * me!
2. One small flaw in your analogy. YOU ARE NOT GOD You obviously have no idea who He is.
3. This is nothing new its just another Atheist ranting non-sense.
4. Of * course * you're angry at God. You can deny it all you wish, but someone doesn't bother creating (or cutting/pasting without credit) a wall of text such as this without being pissed off. So, is it yours or did you steal it without credit?
5. :O This is sick and disturbing.
6. Personally I think it's rather entertaining and sounds about right. Did you write this?