When I was a child and acted like a child, I went to Sunday school one day. Sister Agatha told us God made Heaven and Earth and Everything Else. I raised my hand and asked if God made the telephone poles. Sister Agatha walked over to me and slapped my hands – and she told me not to be rude. To this day, I still do not know who made the telephone poles – and I try not to be rude, either.
So I got to wondering about God over the years. A little bit later in life, I heard God knows everything. He even knows how many hairs there are on my head. And I can’t stop thinking about this. Does He know how many hairs are on everybody else’s head?…all nine billion of us and how many we have lost? And does he remember how many there were on everybody else who ever lived? Why does He bother to cram his head with this stuff? Perhaps this is why He has not been answering my prayers lately.
Now, after I have grown up a bit, I find many people disagree about who or what God is. Is God a He or a She? Or, God forbid, Both? (Warning, if you choose “Both” you will not be allowed to teach anything in Texas because they won’t tolerate such nonsense there.) Did God write the Bible? Or is it merely a written down version of stories told many years ago? Did God write down the Ten Commandments? And then throw them away? And then did Moses remember them correctly and someone else wrote them down hundreds of years later…and did Moses ever really exist? And did God give the land to Moses’ people – even if Moses did not exist, …from “the river to the sea”…and does that mean from parts of Iran, Egypt and God knows where else. And what is this “Thou shalt not kill” business? Who is this ‘Thou’?… And when can you get dispensation from the not to “Kill”? If you are a good Patriot? Or a good soldier? And what if you were to assassinate a dictator who has killed thousands of people and is going to kill many more? Can you kill him to save millions of lives and does that make you a hero? Or a villain? And do you go to Hell for saving millions of lives…and you ask for help and God is counting the hairs on your head…and you wish you had all the Answers like Sister Agatha had.
Forget about all that early childhood stuff. I go to High-school and I learn there were Dinosaurs before Adam and Eve. For millions of years, some say, dinosaurs were stomping around, eating big flowers and such…Why? Was God fooling around in some sort of a creativity lab? And then one day He threw an asteroid at earth and killed all the dinosaurs and this was all before the 7 day business.
And now, while we are all here fighting with each other over: Land ownership (including which land God gave to whom) and Citizenship, Food, the American Dollar, and Bitcoins. God, it appears, is building universes and galaxies we never heard about – and for what? Does He or She even remember we are here, let alone know the numbers of hairs on my Head? Soon AI will know the number God knows, God knows….so this skill is not such a big thing.
…Having given this much thought and having pondered even more God related questions than I’ve mentioned here, I find I am beginning to formulate a theory of sorts, about the future: Imagine, we are today’s dinosaurs, and God has tired of us. Remember He threw a big rock into the earth and the show ended and a new one began. So…this time, instead of a hard slider, he throws a Human Dictator into the mess. And the show, as we know it, ends.
Now, I have friends, some of them seem fairly intelligent. Some consider themselves ‘Optimists’ in that they think ‘Man’ will overcome these ‘short term’ problems we have created for ourselves. Somehow we will ‘Rally’ – take to the streets, like we did for Vietnam. We will march for Women and against Kings and Cruel Deportations and life will be good again. Me? I think that takes a belief in Man – a subject for another writing.
Have you noticed the telephone poles are almost all gone? We don’t need them for the phones any more. They also carried electric wires…but everybody wants the electric wires to be underground. If we can’t afford to take them down, the poles just rot up there. If she were around, I’d ask Sister Agatha if God knows how many telephone poles still stand. I bet you she’d give me a big whack on the knuckles for that.
