Yadda wrote on Jun 3
rd, 2018 at 9:51pm:
Understanding what is truth/true, should motivate us. [...to seek God]
All of the evil which we must [and we will] suffer, is coming upon us -precisely- because [as a people/society] we hate and have 'spat upon' [and have abandoned] Gods righteousness [his basic laws].
Psalms 91
There's more to it than meets the eye
We are flawed, very much flawed
Now, if we bake a cake and the cake is a failure, whose failure is it? Is it the cake's fault? Did the cake make and bake itself ? Obviously not. So who's the failure? Clearly, the baker is the failure for a multitude of reasons: poor quality ingredients, missed ingredients, wrong incredients, oven set at wrong temperature, too high or low in the oven, etc.
Humans are flawed. Clearly. If not, we would not need religions or preachings. We would suffer no ills. Societies would be models of perfection. The Earth would be a paradise
But that's not the case. The place is a mess. People are unhapppy. Endless wars, corruption, suffering and sickness
So who's to blame for the mess that is this planet and our lives? Have to put the blame where it belongs. Especially if you're preaching 'truth'
The God of this planet is the baker, according to religious teachings. The God of this planet created this place and everything on it, including humans
Humans aren't as hypocritical as religions. Humans admit outright that they and we are flawed, faulty, not up to scratch, fit for the dustbin. So they look at themselves and realise that they didn't create themselves. They weren't there mixing the ingredients or setting the oven's temperature. They look at the baker. And the baker, we're told, is God
If someone is mentally deficient or a lunatic, we don't expect them to master advanced maths or drive buses. We recognise they're not up to it. We put them in institutions if they're severely ill. We lock murderers away. We punish criminals. We try to rehabilitate them. The challenges are endless, but we keep slogging away
Same with ourselves. Most of recognise and admit when we've fallen short. Most of us try to improve ourselves. We might fail, but most of us try. That's not a bad effort for such terminally flawed creatures. We deserve some damn credit, not sanctimonious condemnation because someone didn't get their ingredients right or didn't have a clue how to bake a cake
Then we have the curse of genetics. You don't get oranges from a pear tree. Just as you don't get top class humans from garbage family trees. Yet we're condemned to live with genetic garbage which was determined the instant of our conception
Religion acknowledges that we're victims of our genetics and tells us, ' The sins of the father shall be visited unto the fourth generation '. And that's even when you factor in that each of those generations might have the benefit of decent genes from their other parent. So we suffer for the genes of our great, great grandparents and we get no choice -- just garbage breeding more of itself. Farmers are smarter. They cull the garbage beasts and crops and select and breed only from the best. Truth
The alternative to holding God the Baker to account for the way we are is to consider that it was not 'our' God who created this world or mankind. Instead, perhaps it was some cack-handed wannabe god-baker who wasn't up to the task
And perhaps 'our' God, the Good God, looks down on the Bad God's creations and feels pity for them and offers them a chance to escape this woeful human-breeding project which resembles more a failed laboratory gone feral rather than a model for creatures which are being held responsible for their many shortcomings ? Maybe that is Truth ? Maybe only when we exit our meat-suitcases and our souls are freed, are we able to become cleansed and accepted by the Real God ?
In the meantime, we remain flawed haters of ourselves for failing to meet God's and our own expectations
Most of us get marks for effort though. Just as the failed baker attempts to make a virtue of his own failed cake creation by smothering it in whipped cream and sprinkles
We are merely the cakes, not the bakers. For the moment at least