Once Upon A Time I Was Falling In Love
Took a necessary art evening after sort of almost writing essay for tomorrow. Never mind everything else I need to do for tomorrow. Painting felt wonderful mid brush stroke, but now... not seeming like the best idea ever.
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As it is I often find myself mourning Christianity - on paper it can seem so wonderful, so beautiful and patient and kind. So moral, one might go so far to suggest. I have read sermons that leave me desperate to believe. And faith - what could be more wonderful than to be sure of something?
In reality, Christians (self-proclaimed, let me clarify) too often do terrible things with their religion as the ultimate justification. Things that I think must certainly be unchristian. But honestly, and this is what worries me most of all, I can understand how they got the messages they did from the bible. So maybe their religion -does- justify them, in which case, well you know, oh trespass sweetly urged give me my sin again!
And how can you be outraged and still believe? If god were allowed to be imperfect, we'd be good, but that sort of goes against a huge point of Christianity. Ultimately, if your heart - your internal moral compass, whatever you call it - tells you something god has done is wrong, how can you still believe he is perfect?
humble, teachable, desperate to save this world
This should be the goal of ALL mankind, regardless of anything else. And I'll check out C.S. Lewis - thanks!
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