Nice posts, everyone, thanks for sharing.
If I was a God, an all-powerful, immortal, ubiquitous, and omniscient being, I wouldn’t “judge” a human life based upon some contrived measure of “good deeds” versus “evil deeds”…I would covet its intricate frailty.
The existence of God, in many respects, is far less lovely, emotive, or sacred than even the most wretched of human lives. The archetypal model of “God” is that of a celestial observer which cannot die, cannot fall in love, cannot mate, cannot change its form, cannot strive for any higher form of enlightenment (for it has already reached a zenith), cannot touch, cannot feel pain, cannot end, and cannot begin anew.
To me, God’s very presence within the universe seems to be a dreary, cold, and ironically non-spiritual blueprint for enslavement…but perhaps he/it endures such a nihilistic, prosiac burden so that we may experience the unique days that compose the symphony of human life?
Despite attending a Christian church for my entire life and being born into a very religious family, my internal quarrelling with the notion of “God” has been an incessant pondering of mine. I’ve always possessed “faith” that some manifestation of God does tangibly exist, but only because I’ve personally sensed God’s grand impression upon my own life so regularly. Although, I’ll certainly admit that my perceived interactions with God may be nothing but a natural human desire to “identify” with something that I wish to come true.
If God really does have “the whole world in his hands,” then I suppose a mere mortal shouldn’t concern himself with the wilderness that is God's dermal ridges.