I am bored, so very bored. My mind is flopping about like a fish on deck of a ship. The best I can look forward to is a grill.
When I’m bored, the future seems as endless as a bad dream, moment by moment laboriously lifted and dropped. I don’t dare look ahead, because there are yards and yards of moments strung end to end. I’m looking out at the parking lot. The light is lovely, winking off the cars. The chill of autumn is slowly wiggling in. But I can’t work up any enthusiasm for anything. Why do people drive here each day and park their cars and get out and go to work and actually feel alive? And everything is God here. God god god. We need more churches to let more people know about God We all have Bibles at our desks. I guarantee you I am the only one here who doubts so ferociously.
I am bored with the whole faith issue. I’m tired of thinking about it. I dread devotions here. I feel awkward. I feel false. I feel like contradicting everything. I feel like being late so I miss them. I feel like not being nice. I feel like sneering when someone says “God has it under control.” These people have faith and I’m the viper in their midst.
I am supposed to appreciate the here and no and not always wish to escape, but this nowness is so dull and I am so restless and cantankerous.
Oh... they doubt. Just probably not as eloquently as you.
ReplyDeleteA lot of people lately have said to me, "When God closes one door, God opens another."
ReplyDeleteI don't think God is the one doing the closing.
And in my experience, God ain't the one opening the door either.
Maybe, though, God tries to show us where the door is?
And, devotions void of inquiry, wonder, and mystery, sound pretty bland to me. I'd be bored too....
I think the god issue is much bigger than the bible or the church or the parking lot. Why struggle to have faith or accept that god has it under control? That assumes a god that controls.
ReplyDeleteFor me, what you call god and I am reluctant to name at all is the power behind the universe and our life within it. It is what we can never understand but must respect. Books cannot contain it, although they may try.