God on trial

There is this burning question, the one that refuses to be silent, and the one we always saw coming,

“Why would a benevolent God allow people to suffer?”

And here it is important to make the distinction between allowing and imposing suffering on others, for the problem most raise is not really pertaining to God’s actions, but, rather, his inactions when it comes to the maladies of the world.

Which is understandable, really.

We see it everyday, the diseases, the deaths, the warfare, the terrorism and the bloodshed whose ownership no one seems to claim. Why would a so-called omnipotent God sit and watch as His creation succumbs to death? Why would an omniscient God contemplate the plight of malnourished African children? Why would a merciful God watch as our preachers propagate Hell? How come our glorious God appears so… silent?

“They kept demanding an answer, so he stood up again and said, “All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!” (John 8:7).

The point to make here is, and because I overestimated my will to write, that absolutely nobody has the moral high ground to question God.

Not if this body belongs to a human being, inherently born from a selfish nature who, even in trying, fails to truly grasp or fulfill the commandment of love given by God.

Dear humans, how can we stand in the face of God and question His morality, when ours is so faulted?

And that is perhaps where our desperation to blame comes from. God has made us in His image, but mankind has manufactured His own god. God, as we are meant to to know it, is dead (-we killed him). The god who is alive is this being at war with itself, this being to whom humanity looks up to, expecting to be perfect when it’s creators, humans, are not.

Justice on earth is faulted, so what is the justification in holding God accountable in a temple that has long neglected the principles of justice?

What verdict do we expect exactly, when we cannot even find a judge to truly exercise her job?

Misunderstand me not,

I am all for testing God, for I know that He needs no lawyer.

But if you are to be the prosecutor, make sure you are judging the right God, and not the one who comes as a result of the projection of mankind’s insecurities.

I’ve in me all the world’s dreams, and more

Some people, committed in their alleged dementia, for listening to other voices.

I, on the other allegedly sane side of the coin, am burdened by a thousand whispers, a million abandoned dreams left unfulfilled, wandering in the living world, to be realized by a soul who would dare spend some time walking in the shoes of someone else’s dreams.

I suppose that’s why I so often fail to wake up to the seemingly harsh reality that surrounds me, accidentally.

For I only accidentally wake up to perceive a world of dreamless wonderers, cynicized by the lack of apparent brightness, faded in the delusion of colours mixed and colours lost in the everyday mundane interactions human beings have subjected themselves to.

But not I, for I carry all the world’s dreams within me.

And it’s a burden and a blessing and a curse altogether for I am the only one that can hear when the wind gives me an idea. Or I’m the one who needs to justify why I “travel so much” or why I walk barefoot sometimes and why I’m not ashamed of being smart.

I would apologize but there was never a day where a dream was seen to be apologetic.

I’m not the one who dreams them; these dreams dream of me.