If I Were God

If I were God, I would wipe out every evil despicable person on the earth.  I would not allow them to inflict their evil on other innocent people, I would not allow them to be sweet little children who warmed their mother’s heart, while knowing they would later break it.  I would choke the life out of them in their mother’s womb, so that they would never breathe, or breed.  If I were God. . .

If I were God, I would obliterate stupid people who choose to live in the most dangerous places on earth.   I would send famines to completely wipe out stupidity.  I would laugh, and say; “You will never be able to breathe, or breed stupidity again.”  I would send flood, earthquake, unending ice and snow, torrential rain, and unyielding sun.  Stupid people don’t deserve to live! That’s what I would do, If I were God. . . . .

If I were God, I would cause you unbearable pain every time you had a wicked thought.  I would put a control collar on you at birth, and punish you every time you didn't acknowledge me as God.  I would burn your eyes out the first time you looked at something you shouldn't.  I would make you bow down and worship me for my greatness.  You wouldn't have a choice in the matter.  No one would dare question my greatness, or wonder if I even exist. I wouldn't allow one person to doubt me,  if I were God. . . . . . .

I would destroy every thought that wasn't my thought, I would make you think what I want you to think.  You would never have a creative thought, a singular insight, or be inspired by anything but me. . .you wouldn't love anyone else but me. . . .If I were God. . . .

THANKFULLY, I am not God. 

This is for the sweet widow woman, struggling to understand how God could allow the murder of the sweet little children at Sandy Hook Elementary. The reason men still exist at all, is because God is love. If any of us were God, we would have wiped the whole stinking mess out and started over. Doing that, would be unthinkable. 

I am not God, and neither are you.  I don’t want a God who executes us based on what we’ll do in the future.  When does he stop it?  When would he intervene?  Would He have suffocated Adam Lanza in his mother’s womb, never allowing her to know the joy of holding him in her arms?  Would he control who is conceived by choosing to close a woman’s womb?  Would you rob a father of the little girl pretending to be a ballerina, knowing full well she will eventually become a drug addict?  When would you intervene if you were God?  Is there ever hope for redemption?  Surely, at your age, you know that evil men lurk in shadows the innocent avoid.  Surely, you know men, and women both have moments when hate or anger becomes murderous.  As for natural disasters, people will choose to live in the shadow of volcanoes, the edge of our restless oceans, beneath man-made dams, and at the top of spires of steel and stone.  We choose to bob upon the waters in wood, and steel.  We place ourselves in cylinders of steel and aluminum, nestled between metal wings, or piercing the ocean’s depths.  We speed along in inventions of our own creation, moving faster, higher, and in greater masses than at any time in our history. Men create the engines of their own destruction. I don't doubt God's love or his goodness based upon man's cruelty or stupidity.  As I sit here in the sparrow's perch aching over the inhumanity with which we treat one another, I watch the sparrows puffed out against the winter chill. God provides for them, and they neither fret nor worry.  Their short lives are meaningful to the creator, He sees when even one falls to the ground. He cares for us much more than he does the sparrow.  It's us, his creation, who don't care for one another. We don't have the capacity to be God.   

How would you protect society from the men who steal little girls, and boys to satisfy their lustful pleasures?  How do you stamp out evil when it is in every one of us. Evil is everywhere moving through darkened streets, and in broad daylight, killing with wanton abandon.  God didn't create death. To stop this madness, to end the wickedness we thrust upon one another, this planet would have to be completely obliterated.   He would have to kill every man, woman, and child, but HE DIDN'T CREATE DEATH.  These are not God's doing.  He didn't make us cruel, wanton, or evil, we did it to ourselves. Our own destruction is the result of our choices.  We can choose to live as murders, molesters, and monsters, or, we can choose to live as the creator showed us how to live, loving him, and loving one another BETTER than ourselves.  It’s not hard, but I’m glad he doesn't wipe us out when we don’t.  In preventing evil, and injustice, you become monstrous to someone else’s eyes. Our wisdom is so limited, our scope so small.  You see, just in thinking of all the things I would do if I were God, is the seed of doing evil.  I am glad I’m not God.  If I were, I would have choked the life out of every little child who teased me relentlessly when I was a child.  I would have crushed the pervert who tried to abduct me when I was just eight years old.  I would. . . not be God.  Be glad none of us are.  Be content to live in the shadow of His wings, and know that He is good to ALL men.