God’s Uncomfortable Love
I’d rather have a God of justice
There are parts of myself that I sometimes think are better off hidden from God. When it comes to certain thoughts that run through my head or off-handed/nefarious things I do, there are often moments when I think, If there’s someone up there keeping score, that just cost me a few dozen points.
And the thing is, I didn’t grow up with much of a damning or even judgmental God. My parents never held the iron-fisted God over my head as a means of making me be ‘good’. I guess just being raised (lightly) Roman Catholic was enough to instill this score-keeping God in me.
Or is it something more primal? Is this quid pro quo (a term that’s gained much-renewed popularity lately) with the divine just a way that our psyches function?
I mean, it IS how we treat our relationships with each other (at least in our Western world). It’s tit for tat. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. You betray me and I can’t rest until I “settle the score”.
If this were God’s way, the world would look a lot different. My ego tells me that it would look a lot better. A lot cleaner. People who broke the law (or were overall mean, lazy, immoral, or unkind) would immediately be punished with just the right degree of justice without fail. And those who were the kindest and most…
