To believe or not to believe

I am full of so many emotions at present that I truly feel I will burst if I don’t release them in some manner. I posted a little over a week ago about the tragic accident that claimed the lives of three young boys that had barely had a chance to live.

At least, according to “human time”.

Because, per the Gospel, we only see things in human terms, not eternity. We are here for as long as it “pleases God”, and when we depart from our earthly bodies, as long as we have been baptized and accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior who died upon the cross, then was resurrected three days later to rise and ascend to heaven and absolve all who believe in him of their sins, they are assured eternal life at the side of God, and their earthly forms will rise again at the end of days.

To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven, right?

We should be jealous of those that have passed and are assured entrance to heaven because they believe. Or because we believe it is so.

We should remember that we are all here for only a short time, and our lives are not ours, but simply borrowed. Our children are not ours; they belong to Him and he only “lends” them to us.

Regardless of the physical pain, the emotional pain, the worry, pride, humiliation, joy, and all other "human" emotions we experience.

And when the most devout, best lived Christians lose their youngest children in what can only be described as an “abomination”, a “freak accident”, an “Act of God” (see?), they should take comfort in the fact that their children, having been baptized, have obtained eternal life.

They hope.

They believe, without proof.

Without hope, grief becomes bitterness, which then becomes hate.

So, while they believe their loved ones are sitting in the lap of God, basking in his Glory, they are stuck in Hell on Earth, missing the physical, emotional, and spiritual presence of their loved one, until they are (possibly) reunited again in the afterlife.

But they should find solace in the fact that the one they’re missing is in paradise.

We have “free will”, but His will overrides ours. Therefore, if He so chooses, anything that you choose to do can be overturned.

Murderers could be prevented from killing. Abortions could be unsuccessful. Any number of bad things in the world you can think of that occur due to “free will” could, in theory, be stopped.

But it isn’t, because it is “pleasing” to Him.

Sounds sadistic to me.

Maybe it's all in the semantics.

Maybe it's Man's interpretation of His word.

We shall give Him all the Honor and Glory. We shall worship no one other than Him.

Sounds kinda selfish, doesn’t it?

Why should we not honor ourselves and our loved ones; our family, friends, and those we hold dear while we are around to enjoy them?

If we weren’t supposed to do certain things, then why were we able to think them up? Is that part of our "free will"?

In fact, if we’re only here so we can get to Heaven, what’s the point of us coming here in the first place?

This is not just a pissed-off rant because three little boys died unnecessarily and we are all supposed to be comforted by the fact that they’re no longer suffering the “sins of the flesh”. I have been dealing with these issues for over 20 years, and the point was REALLY driven home in the last week.

I just don’t get it.

I probably never will.

And if there IS a Heaven and Hell, I guess I’ll be looking up at all of you when my time comes, waving and going, “Shit…they were right all along.”

And if not…I’ll never know, and neither will you.