God is Bored with Us
I find myself coming back to this idea that God is sitting in heaven bored with the soap-opera TV of our lives. I also find myself coming back to the idea that it is a result of a cheapened value of prayer; in concept and performance. I honestly anticipate in my arrival in heaven being shocked by the possibilities of how I could have acted, what I could have accomplished and how connected to God I could have or should have been. And “no no no” that isn’t a statement saying that I’ve given up my drive to not have those regrets – but I somehow feel it will be a reality.
In all honesty I find that the prayers, and especially “we” charismatics, we pray are problematic. It would seem we always voice things God has already promised and we say it in such a way as if we are to remind God. And if it’s not repeating old prayers, old promises, old prophesies, or praying the tangible Bible we simply fall-back-to ASKING. I think I may just try to finally address the idea of the implementation of the mind of Christ versus ask-God-everthing prayer.
This idea was probably birthed from my phenomenal difficulty with prayers where the climax of them are yelling louder, repeating more often and saying things like “fire-on-you”. I just might not have time for those kinds of things anymore, probably because I just don’t find Jesus doing them. I don’t find Paul doing them. I don’t find Moses doing them. It all seemed much more relational then this idea of begging God by trying to be loud enough or whoever spends the most time being repetitive. If I was God I’d be bored with us – and I’ll try to resist the urge to personify God but… if I was God I’d probably ignore us too. Disappointment isn’t the right word but it’s the first word that comes to mind. See also: A waste of grace. See also: My only Son dieing for nothing. See also: Missing the whole point of Christianity; to have relationship with He who is Other. See also: You’d better change.
I think somehow we need to realize that relationship is more important than spiritual the cannon fodder we want to throw at the devil, its more important than the spiritual ego we want by healing the most people, performing the most miracles, having the largest church, curing the most smokers, drug-addicts, sex-addicts, gossip-addicts and for many fundamentalist Christians force-changing the most homosexuals. Stupid isn’t the right word but it’s the first word that comes to mind. See also: What the hell were we thinking. See also: The life of Jesus. See also: The words of Jesus. See also: The point of eternity. See also: You’d better change.
I know I am quite overdramatic but how else am I suppose to be after being so long within the confines of institutional Christianity. I’m looking for something I can give away to everyone else not this facade and I’m not looking to impress the higher Power, I am however looking for Him to enjoy me like any Father should… And the only way to do that is to communicate with Him. Maybe the answer is simply, just pretend for 10 minutes a day that God actually exists, is real and can be talked too. Maybe that would be the best advice. No more tom-foolery just the simple expression of some people trying to dialogue with the Creator. Love comes to mind and maybe it is the right word. See also: God smiling. See also: We’ve changed; we finally understood.
hugs and kisses,
DSW
In all honesty I find that the prayers, and especially “we” charismatics, we pray are problematic. It would seem we always voice things God has already promised and we say it in such a way as if we are to remind God. And if it’s not repeating old prayers, old promises, old prophesies, or praying the tangible Bible we simply fall-back-to ASKING. I think I may just try to finally address the idea of the implementation of the mind of Christ versus ask-God-everthing prayer.
This idea was probably birthed from my phenomenal difficulty with prayers where the climax of them are yelling louder, repeating more often and saying things like “fire-on-you”. I just might not have time for those kinds of things anymore, probably because I just don’t find Jesus doing them. I don’t find Paul doing them. I don’t find Moses doing them. It all seemed much more relational then this idea of begging God by trying to be loud enough or whoever spends the most time being repetitive. If I was God I’d be bored with us – and I’ll try to resist the urge to personify God but… if I was God I’d probably ignore us too. Disappointment isn’t the right word but it’s the first word that comes to mind. See also: A waste of grace. See also: My only Son dieing for nothing. See also: Missing the whole point of Christianity; to have relationship with He who is Other. See also: You’d better change.
I think somehow we need to realize that relationship is more important than spiritual the cannon fodder we want to throw at the devil, its more important than the spiritual ego we want by healing the most people, performing the most miracles, having the largest church, curing the most smokers, drug-addicts, sex-addicts, gossip-addicts and for many fundamentalist Christians force-changing the most homosexuals. Stupid isn’t the right word but it’s the first word that comes to mind. See also: What the hell were we thinking. See also: The life of Jesus. See also: The words of Jesus. See also: The point of eternity. See also: You’d better change.
I know I am quite overdramatic but how else am I suppose to be after being so long within the confines of institutional Christianity. I’m looking for something I can give away to everyone else not this facade and I’m not looking to impress the higher Power, I am however looking for Him to enjoy me like any Father should… And the only way to do that is to communicate with Him. Maybe the answer is simply, just pretend for 10 minutes a day that God actually exists, is real and can be talked too. Maybe that would be the best advice. No more tom-foolery just the simple expression of some people trying to dialogue with the Creator. Love comes to mind and maybe it is the right word. See also: God smiling. See also: We’ve changed; we finally understood.
hugs and kisses,
DSW
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