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Wednesday, October 03, 2001
Faith. Perhaps it should be written as

FAITH!!!



Regardless, it's one of the most important things a person can have. If you have it, go with it, bruthaman. You run with that badass thang. As for me, I don't have a lot of faith. Never really have.

It started when I was very young. Kindergarten, let's say. I asked my Sundayschool teacher (sorry about my newfound habit of running words together. Part of it is Rushdie, part of it is Joyce, part of it is laziness) why God made us.

A Very Short Play


In Which A Young Boy Asks the Deep Questions about Christianity



Dramatis Personae:
Grant -- a young, curious boy.
Teacher -- a Sundayschool teacher

Setting: A Sundayschool classroom. Children seated around a long table, teacher is near the blackboard.

Grant: Why did God make us?
Teacher: So we could worship Him.
Grant:...
Grant:...
Grant:...
Grant: Isn't that what the angels are for?
Teacher: Well, yes, but we can worship Him, too.
*curtain*

I never claimed that my plays were good.

Now, I won't claim that my Sundayschool teacher was a master theologian, nor will I blame her for my lack of faith. Nor will I name names, as that is neither here nor there. As Preacherman will tell you, we, under our own power, can't have faith in God. So, should I blame God, wearing His Holy Spirit Hat for my lack of faith?

Well, no. That would be dumb. As far as I know, that is.

I don't blame my lack of faith on any one thing. I've always believed that if God made us, and gave us brains, that we should use our brains. We should know why we believe what we believe.

"...For the Bible tells me so." It's a wonderful sentiment, but it doesn't ring true with me. There are things I don't understand, things I am trying to understand about God.




Comments by: YACCS