When I get to the pearly gates, as he prepares to cast me into hell, I'll do my best to grab hold of him and kick his ass for not making himself evident to me. God never fails to disappoint.
Why not challenge Him to do that now, instead of waiting?
Been challenging for 50 years. Maybe one day he will make it clear to me, until then I'll just keep poking away at it. I grew up smothered in Christianity. When I was 6 years old sitting in Sunday school it seemed like such a crock, always felt I was being conned and manipulated.
Yep, twelve years of Catholic school(high school was my option) six or seven years as an altar boy(again,my choice) was enough for me. I tried to immerse myself in the ritual but I was always skeptical. I was close to two priests. (If I served a funeral in the summer one particular priest would drive me home and take a dip in the pool and help himself to one of my dad's beers!) I spoke at length about my doubts and fear of eternal damnation if I didn't believe. The best advice I got was similar to curdog's of keeping an open mind.
