“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,
declares the Lord.”
Is that verse true? Are my ways not like God’s ways? Let’s see…
When I see someone in need, I help…without hesitation.
When I discipline my children, it is because of their actions, not due to a grudge I hold against people who wronged me at some point in the past.
I would never punish my children for anything they do that is just part of human nature. Normal human feelings, urges and tendencies are not crimes and should never be punished as such.
I would never ask my children to love me unconditionally if I was never around for them. An absentee father, who is intentionally absent, deserves no accolades or respect from his children, let alone love. Love is easy to reciprocate if it is given freely. Silence and constant hiding is not how any loving parent shows that they love their children.
If someone is longing to have a relationship with me and I truly love them, I would never ignore them. Their cries would not go unanswered.
I hate things like slavery, misogyny, rape, murder and child abuse. I have not, and would never, make exceptions for these things to be permissible. It is disgusting to allow any of these things to happen under any circumstance.
If anyone wanted to know the real me, I would never allow a plethora of contradicting stories to be told about me and allow them to constantly be changed while I sat back and did nothing about it. I would set the story straight and make sure it stayed true.
If someone wants to know if I exist, and I want them to know it, I would leave no doubt. I would be accessible to anyone who wishes to know me.
If I love anyone, and I mean truly love them, I would show them. I wouldn’t allow someone else’s words to define me. I wouldn’t let my feelings be passed down through the ages in a book, never showing people that I love them. Love is shared. Love is given freely. Love is recognizable by anyone who receives it. Love is not something that can be confused for something mysterious. It is a universal gift that all people can feel. It has no borders. It is not restricted by language, culture or race. Love is understood by all.
There are so many things that I could say about the difference between the god of the Bible and I, but this is a good start. I am a being who needs others like me in my life. I need to give love and receive love. I am honest and decent. I am not unreasonable with how I discipline my children. I don’t ignore them or abuse them. I have realistic expectations of them and the other people I come into contact with. I don’t make exceptions to allow for atrocities to be committed. I don’t care if it would make me more renowned or better received. Wrong is wrong and hate is hate. I think if more “people of faith” stopped and thought about how they actually treat other people (how they love, how they help, how they discipline, etc) and compare that to their invisible and silent “father”, they would see that the God of the Bible is not a god of morality, but rather a god of vanity and wrath. The god of the Bible claims to love us, yet stays hidden and silent. That is not love. Love actually means something. Empty words and empty promises mean nothing.
I am glad after so many years, I chose morality, kindness and love over blind submission and complicity to hate. I am glad that I was able to separate true goodness from the religion I was living in. They are simply not compatible.
So no, his ways are not my ways. Thank God for that.