God Quits, Says You Can All Go To Hell! (standard:other, 1413 words)
Author: Sheryl	Added: Jan 21 2001	Views/Reads: 3536/2057	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I'd be lying if I told you that a part of me doesn't wish I could take back the words I uttered but a few hours ago. I'm sorry I rushed from the pulpit and hid in my office, but the shock and betrayal on your faces was more than I could take. It was a cow

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rescind what I have spoken. 

I choose to believe that you and I are MORE than we currently believe we
are. To honor and worship God means I should honor and worship myself 
and you. If I am waiting to see Jesus surf down from heaven on a cloud 
and save this world, then I will be waiting as long as the Jews for 
their Messiah. 

We are the Christ. We are the prophets. We are the messengers. How could
the God in me be smarter or wiser than the God in you? Yet, that is 
exactly what we've been doing. I stand at the pulpit and you expect me 
to guide you. Guess what? April Fools! The gig is up! 

Now that God is dead, or retired, however you'd like to see Him go, we
can get on with the business of life. Once you really accept that you 
and everyone else is God, it will change the way you act. You will act 
like God and treat others the same. With your new job as God, you will 
HAVE to make decisions as difficult as those of King Solomon. Don't 
worry, in time you will fill the big shoes you've been given. 

You are now 100% responsible for the universe. Every sparrow and blade
of grass depends on you. And every other God in the universe now 
depends on you. You cannot make decisions without considering the good 
of all. Big job, eh? No wonder God wants to take His pension and run. 
You have avoided responsibility up til now by insisting someone else be 
the fall-guy. Face it, you're scared! The perpetual adolescents! You 
want to be The Toys R Us Kids forever, who don't want to grow up! You 
fabricated a God so you didn't have to assume your place in the 
universe as responsible adults. You are shirkers and slackers! You'd 
rather let someone else do all the work. It was easier for you to be a 
victim and feel sorry for yourselves. Little Peter Pans... 

Now that God has left the room, what will you do with the room? Will you
all fight like spoiled brats over who gets what in the room? Will you 
think yourself so small that you believe you can't make enough for 
everyone? Will you decide there are some of you who deserve to be God 
more than others? Kill each other, like Cain and Abel, so that you 
don't have to share the throne? What kind of God do you choose to be? 

I'm sorry to be the one to bring you this bad news. I know you preferred
it the other way, and so you called it The Good News. Good, in that 
someone else could play God, thus spare you having to grow up. 

I'm mailing this letter to each of you, and I want you to come prepared
next Sunday to assume the pulpit. Better yet, why don't we rip those 
idiotic pews out of the sanctuary so we can all face one another? Those 
seats have been facing the wrong way for too long. This is scary, isn't 
it? Like the old game show, we'll be fumbling as we try to figure out 
who the real God is. The fairy tale is ended. Welcome to heaven. Or 
will you quit too and tell everyone to go to hell? 

Epilogue: Pastor Matthew's body was found nailed to an old, rugged cross
in front of his church. He'd been tortured, nails driven through his 
palms. Those living near the church reported hearing an angry mob 
scream, "Crucify him!" sometime during the night. A twisted crown of 
thorns dangled from his head. Above him a sign hung which read, "This 
is Matthew. He is God." 

John 10:34 Jesus answered them, "Is it not written in your Law, `I have
said you are gods'? 


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