I believe in God.
I'm thankful for the small time I've been given.
I question all the time why things have to happen like they do.
But do I think about truly questioning HIM about all the rottenness that happens? How he runs things? Nope.
I realize that my tent intellect could even begin to handle the answer.
It would be like a kindergartner questioning a math phD about some number that could only be derived through complex algebra that a kindergartner couldn't possibly understand.
My ruling guide tells me God basically spoke things into existence. That even being in His presence turned Moses' hair white and gave him an odd "glow".
Perhaps I'm not as enlightened as some, but I'm smart enough to know I'm not smart enough to even begin to understand an answer from the Grand architect about how he runs things.
I'm content to just do my best and keel over and die when it's my time. I don't hope for some reward for trying to follow my beliefs. I don't really fear "hell".
I do hope that one day after I'm gone, whatever is left of me will be able to understand some of the questions we wish we had the answers to, and get to hang out with people who don't have greed, lust, betrayal, lying, etc,, anywhere in their being--- it all gets cleaned out and fixed, including mine.
Childish idea maybe, but if I'm wrong, what's the point in a single person ever existing?
I do believe in Jesus, also.
And I can't imagine ever dying and standing in judgement before God without Him there with me.
Don't you guys that don't believe want to feel what REAL love feels like? Better even than what a loving parent has for their child?
Or what REAL loyalty looks like?
I do, so I'll keep my faith and hope in one day seeing these things.