Now the play with words game. Once about you confuse faith with reality and I will add knowledge to that to. Also at what level and or age does one not believe in silly things, I started around 7 for all, the rabbit, Santa, magic, and the biggest one of all my parents not being perfect, oh and that god one too, the stories in the bible where to childless for me even as a child.
Paul
Some of us, Paul, can be sucked back in, unfortunately.
We find ourselves in pain or sorrow. We find that there is little comfort in this world, save for the company of friends. So we seek that out, usually in the form of familiar gatherings of those we're told are our friends. We go to the Church, seeking something resembling kindness, or even mercy.
For a time, because we're new, we get it. But it doesn't take long before the Church reveals itself for what it is: a means of either securing or maintaining the leadership of the social order of a community. It isn't about healing, or creating. It's now about the Benjamins. (It's why the catchphrase "stewardship" is so popular within so many denominations; it's just another word for "tithe.")
It doesn't matter what you do during the week. Sunday is what counts. If you're not there, you're not "contributing," you're not "ministering" to your bretheren. It has ceased to be what its founders intended it to be. It's now a political tool, and God, whatever He/She/It may be, is not being served, but is the now, in fact, the pawn.
And you know something? I'm tired of God. I'm tired of the self-serving bleats by those who claim to know Him, and their use of His name to batter people I know and love into submission to "His" will. Kathy is to be pitied, but she's also to be censured, because she's doing the
exact same thing as was likely done to her. She learned nothing, not because she was incapable of learning it, but because she chose not to. Ditto Huntster, and a whole host of others who have come through the doors to this board. (One of the few who didn't was Stamenflicker, who, oddly enough, was a pastor. Wish he'd jump back in once in a while.)
So, Church, I suppose the best way to say it is, I'm done with you. When you get back to preaching Christ and Him Crucified, let me know. Otherwise, f*** you and the horse you rode in on.