I've said it before, but it bears saying ad eternam.
When I prayed, I wasn't asking God for anything selfish.
I wasn't praying for a pony, or please, please, let him ask me out, or please let my team win or let me pass the test.
I was praying for an end to my suffering.
I was begging god to please let me have just one friend whose father didn't want to have sex with me.
Later, I was begging God to please heal my husband from his addictions, because I've seen what a nice, caring, loving man he can be, and can't he be that man all the time, please? Can he stop hitting me, screaming at me, humiliating me, insulting me, ignoring me....can he stop telling me what a horrible mother I am, can he stop leaving other women's phone numbers and underwear where I can find them, and can he stop dragging me to church where I get to watch him weep and wail and promise God he'll do better, and then take me and the kids home and go out to the movies with his current mistress that afternoon?
And all I got back was silence, fat lips, and PTSD.
Now some folks want me to think that what I was praying for wasn't God's will. Isn't that what's being said? God grants prayers which fall in line with his will. Being human, I can only submit to that will; I've no right to ask anything of God.
God wanted all those men to hurt me?
God wanted my husband to hurt me?
Pardon my blunt, but that's pretty harsh.
I've got limited choices here, you must admit. God hates me, or God doesn't exist. I figure you eventually have to come to a place much like that, if you're a fundie and you're tired of being hurt by your beliefs. Remember, being a fundie woman, I also had to put up with every man's disdain, in my circle. I'm the source of all evil in the world. I'm the weaker vessel. I can't speak in church, must submit to my husband, and have no recourse. No one is on my side. I'm a lowly woman.
Yes, Elliot. I know you live in a wonderful world where Christianity isn't really like this. Goodie for you. When you talk, all I can see is someone else God likes better than me.
But if one is lucky, when one tries to break away from this hell on earth, one encounters logic, reason, and critical thought. One can realize, "I have been lied to, for years." It isn't that God hates me....it's that there is no God, and I have been duped by a lot of people, most of whom have also been duped.
I've been depending on, counting on, and being disappointed by......nothing.
I've believed the lie. The Great Lie. I've been taught all my life how not to think, because thinking is antithetical to belief.
Well that's just stupid.
So I'm sticking to my argument, Elliot. God promised many times in the bible to grant his followers what we ask for. Yes, there are verses in which Jesus addressed those promises to his disciples. There are other places where the common person was being addressed. And my fundie faith taught me from my earliest memory that those promises were for me. But they lied. They may not have known they were lying, but that doesn't negate the fact.
If, when I die, I do encounter a god after all, I'll have only one question for him, and I won't be the least bit ashamed to ask it, stridently and often:
Why?