In Sunday School, we were talking about our images of God and whether or not they are able to shift and grow as we do. Many times, people develop images of God which will never grow and thus, when they hit a wall their god crumbles. So, instead of realizing that they limited God, they see only that their god is the only god and since that god doesn’t exist, then no god exists. So, it got me to thinking about the gods which I have at one time or another believed in.
Way back when, in a little fundamentalist church north of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, we were told many stories, one of which I think I’ll share.
There was a little girl who wanted to go to church. She had a beautiful voice, and was going to be in the choir. Well, her father decided that he didn’t want to her to go to church and caused her to stay home. So, for a few years, she didn’t go to church… And then, she was stricken with a terrible disease… And was on her death bed. During her final hours, she could be heard crying that her feet were on fire. She was, of course, going to go to hell.
That was a god which I grew up with. I no longer believe in that god…
What about you?