I asked this question on Yahoo! Answers. I received some very interesting answers, but these are some of my favorite responses:
-No, because HE created it.
Wisdom Chapter 11
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For you love all things that are and loathe nothing that you have made; for what you hated, you would not have fashioned.
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And how could a thing remain, unless you willed it; or be preserved, had it not been called forth by you?
-Nope. It's all part of a big plan unfolding and coming to its fulfillment real soon on a planet near you
-(This guy says he doesn't believe in Heaven, but says this) can't be that ashamed. why they hell else would he even offer a heaven if he was?
-I am sure we disappoint Him many times with our behavior, and I know
we grieve Him when we are sinful, the Bible tells us that, but I don't
think He is ashamed, I think He always just loves us and hopes we
will change. The Bible says He is always waiting for those to come back
to Him, just as the prodigal son did in the New Testament. The Father
was thrilled that the wayward son came home, and that is how God
is when we behave sinfully.
May God bless you and keep you safe.
-I think he is disappointed sometimes with the choices that we make. If you think about things from his vantage point, I am sure you can understand how me may feel angry towards humans, because we screw so many things up.
But then, sometimes, people act out of love and altruism. Sometimes people conduct themselves with morality and strong ethics. When we help people and show them love, I am sure God smiles upon us.
-(Honestly, this wasn't exactly my favorite; I just thought it was sort of witty) Very. I can just see God now, looking at all the evangelists and fundies, and saying "what in the name of me was I thinking?"
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090522171102AALKDwK
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Family Bonding
"Let's go!" Mary called out to her family. "We gotta leave, like, now!"
There was pandemonium all throughout the house; girls trying to squeeze into their dresses, men putting on cologne, cameras being checked for batteries, make-up being stuffed into purses. Everybody was in a hurry.
17-year-old Jackie was running downstairs when she passed by her 12-year-old brother's bedroom. That's when their dad, Alfred, said sarcastically to Jackie, "I'm glad someone got everything off the bathroom floor."
"Jack said he'd do it," said Jackie.
"Well, if something's on the floor," Alfred explained, "someone needs to pick it up." He started downstairs.
"How is this my fault?!" Jackie exclaimed. She turned to her brother. "Jake, you said you were gonna do that."
"I'm a little busy here!" said Jack, buttoning his jacket.
"Just get the damn towels off the floor!" exclaimed 20-year-old George.
"I don't see you doing any-" said Jackie, who was then interrupted by their mother.
"Jackie, what did you do with my mascara?" Mary sounded rushed.
"Right here." Jackie took the mascara out of her purse and gave it to her mother.
"Thanks for giving it right back to me," Mary said sarcastically. "Glad to see everybody getting ready." She hurried downstairs.
Jackie gave up and cleaned the bathroom. George followed her into the bathroom and started straightening his tie. Once Jackie had everything off the bathroom floor, she said to George, "Happy?"
Alfred poked his head into the bathroom. "Jackie, get ready! We're gonna be late."
Jackie stood there with her mouth open. Once Alfred was down the hallway, Jackie and George looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Mary!" Alfred called out. "Where are my black socks?"
Mary entered the bedroom, struggling to put her earrings in. "I just washed them," she explained. "They should be in your top drawer."
"Well, they're not," said Alfred.
"Well, then, I don't know," said Mary. "Keep looking." She left the room. Obviously, finding her husband's socks were not one of her top priorities.
"Babe, I need my socks!" said Alfred. She continued downstairs. "Dammit," he muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, George found Jake on the living room couch. "Hey, Jake." Jake had headphones in his ears. "Jake!" He finally looked up. "Jake, I've been calling you for, like, five minutes."
"Well, I didn't hear you," said Jake as he rolled up his iPod. "What's up?"
"I need a tie," said George.
"You still have my old brown one, don't you?" said Jake.
"I gave it back to you," said George.
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did. I remember giving it back after the brunch."
"Then how come I don't have it?"
"I don't know, maybe you lost it."
"Maybe you lost it."
Mary was coming up from the basement and had black socks in her hand. She shot a glance at Jake and George. "George, get a tie on." She went into the kitchen and found Alfred. "Found em." She handed the socks to her husband.
"Finally. Thanks," said Alfred. He sat down on the couch next to George and Jake. Before putting his socks on, he asked George, "Need a tie, George?"
"Yeah," replied George. "You got one?"
"Yeah, take one out of the closet," said Alfred. George started for the staircase. "Just don't tear it again."
George turned back and started to say, "That wasn't even-"
"Are we all ready to go?" said Mary. She came downstairs holding a tie. "Here, George." She handed him the tie. "Where's Jackie?"
"Coming!" Jackie ran down the stairs in a light blue dress and white shoes.
Mary breathed a heavy sigh. "Jackie, I told you the black shoes."
"You said white," said Jackie.
"Why would I tell you to wear blue and white?" asked Mary.
"You told me to wear my white shoes," Jackie said firmly.
"Well, get your black shoes on," commanded Mary. "Alfred, start the car."
The boys all got up in relief as they headed for the front door. "Wait, let me get my wallet," said George.
He went upstairs and grabbed his wallet from on top of his dresser. On his way back down, he heard whimpering coming from Jackie's bedroom. He poked his head in to see her putting her black shoes on. "You alright?"
She looked up at him. "Everyone done screaming at each other?" she asked.
George snickered. "Yeah, I guess."
Jackie grabbed her purse and walked toward George. "Ready?"
"Ready when you are," replied George.
They all packed into the car and left for church.
There was pandemonium all throughout the house; girls trying to squeeze into their dresses, men putting on cologne, cameras being checked for batteries, make-up being stuffed into purses. Everybody was in a hurry.
17-year-old Jackie was running downstairs when she passed by her 12-year-old brother's bedroom. That's when their dad, Alfred, said sarcastically to Jackie, "I'm glad someone got everything off the bathroom floor."
"Jack said he'd do it," said Jackie.
"Well, if something's on the floor," Alfred explained, "someone needs to pick it up." He started downstairs.
"How is this my fault?!" Jackie exclaimed. She turned to her brother. "Jake, you said you were gonna do that."
"I'm a little busy here!" said Jack, buttoning his jacket.
"Just get the damn towels off the floor!" exclaimed 20-year-old George.
"I don't see you doing any-" said Jackie, who was then interrupted by their mother.
"Jackie, what did you do with my mascara?" Mary sounded rushed.
"Right here." Jackie took the mascara out of her purse and gave it to her mother.
"Thanks for giving it right back to me," Mary said sarcastically. "Glad to see everybody getting ready." She hurried downstairs.
Jackie gave up and cleaned the bathroom. George followed her into the bathroom and started straightening his tie. Once Jackie had everything off the bathroom floor, she said to George, "Happy?"
Alfred poked his head into the bathroom. "Jackie, get ready! We're gonna be late."
Jackie stood there with her mouth open. Once Alfred was down the hallway, Jackie and George looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Mary!" Alfred called out. "Where are my black socks?"
Mary entered the bedroom, struggling to put her earrings in. "I just washed them," she explained. "They should be in your top drawer."
"Well, they're not," said Alfred.
"Well, then, I don't know," said Mary. "Keep looking." She left the room. Obviously, finding her husband's socks were not one of her top priorities.
"Babe, I need my socks!" said Alfred. She continued downstairs. "Dammit," he muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, George found Jake on the living room couch. "Hey, Jake." Jake had headphones in his ears. "Jake!" He finally looked up. "Jake, I've been calling you for, like, five minutes."
"Well, I didn't hear you," said Jake as he rolled up his iPod. "What's up?"
"I need a tie," said George.
"You still have my old brown one, don't you?" said Jake.
"I gave it back to you," said George.
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did. I remember giving it back after the brunch."
"Then how come I don't have it?"
"I don't know, maybe you lost it."
"Maybe you lost it."
Mary was coming up from the basement and had black socks in her hand. She shot a glance at Jake and George. "George, get a tie on." She went into the kitchen and found Alfred. "Found em." She handed the socks to her husband.
"Finally. Thanks," said Alfred. He sat down on the couch next to George and Jake. Before putting his socks on, he asked George, "Need a tie, George?"
"Yeah," replied George. "You got one?"
"Yeah, take one out of the closet," said Alfred. George started for the staircase. "Just don't tear it again."
George turned back and started to say, "That wasn't even-"
"Are we all ready to go?" said Mary. She came downstairs holding a tie. "Here, George." She handed him the tie. "Where's Jackie?"
"Coming!" Jackie ran down the stairs in a light blue dress and white shoes.
Mary breathed a heavy sigh. "Jackie, I told you the black shoes."
"You said white," said Jackie.
"Why would I tell you to wear blue and white?" asked Mary.
"You told me to wear my white shoes," Jackie said firmly.
"Well, get your black shoes on," commanded Mary. "Alfred, start the car."
The boys all got up in relief as they headed for the front door. "Wait, let me get my wallet," said George.
He went upstairs and grabbed his wallet from on top of his dresser. On his way back down, he heard whimpering coming from Jackie's bedroom. He poked his head in to see her putting her black shoes on. "You alright?"
She looked up at him. "Everyone done screaming at each other?" she asked.
George snickered. "Yeah, I guess."
Jackie grabbed her purse and walked toward George. "Ready?"
"Ready when you are," replied George.
They all packed into the car and left for church.
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