I read that buybull, from the first word to the last, as if a god had intended me, to know his only message to mankind. I read that buybull as if a god had known a million years before that I would seek that light, that truth, that perfect beings favor and love. And then I read it again, and again, before I began to understand that man is it's only author, man it's only proponent.<quoted text>
I appreciate you sharing your experience. Why is it that we can read the same Bible, learn about the same God, and come away such a different interpretation of what life is all about.
Maybe our expectations have something to do with it; or maybe the way or reason we first began to search for God makes the difference.
One thing I don't understand is how one can fail to see the spiritual element in the human experience...There is no scientific theory or logical explanation for the depravity and cruelty that we must contend with or the love and compassion we experience that gives us joy and hope.
What I found in his only message was that I as female, was nothing more than a sperm repository. I found a god who would make his children, eat their children. I found a god who had demanded and had gotten sacrificial gifts of golden hemorrhoids, I found a god with every last one of man's moral failings, and too, all of man's silly insecurities. I found a god who saw value in penis and testicle perfection, I found a god who saw filth in the female reproductive organs. I found a god beneath my own moral standards. I found a god would deny me joy, love and happiness. I found a god who was not at all, there.