It started last week, when I posted the following image with the comment that, well, he did lose his shit that one time and curse the fig tree:
I only got ONE like for that comment, ONE, which proves that my friends are either more devout and reverent Christians than I am or they're just not welling to admit that they're twisted enough to think that's funny. Cause if you think about it, making a tree wither and die because it wasn't bearing fruit when you wanted a snack?
Seriously?
And it isn't like cursing a fig tree because it doesn't have tasty figs on it isn't at least on the surface a bit much. I think I get to say this kind of thing by now. Especially considering I identify with this:
Sometimes kicking and screaming. And I don't think God hates figs. I think that was a case of 'whelp, might as well drive the point of that parable home a little hard today'. I'm cRaZY, yes, but Noah was a drunk, Peter was an impetuous ass who made promises he couldn't keep, Moses was a murderer, and David was a real jerk when he decided he wanted someone. My god ran around with whores, rednecks, crazies and government employees.
I don't think normal is normal in the Kingdom of Heaven. I think it's the one place my behavior would be considered toned down. I once had someone ask me what I would do if I was drinking alcohol and watching a horror movie and Jesus came to the door. I told her I'd do the only appropriate thing to do:
Invite him inside and offer him a glass!
Edit: In reference to how I think God sees people, good or bad, repentant or not, I believe with all my heart that God sees each of us and says "this is mine".
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