I am sitting here thinking about how God was presented to me. I never felt his love. I never knew the love first. I was told to get my life right and I was told that I would go to hell, but not that he loved me. The church that I grew up in was a good church, but they struggled to express emotion. Maybe this is why they portrayed God as such a mean and hateful man. They made him into the image of the men they lived with. He had to diminish you to love you and that is so far from the case. I had to go to other churches to find the God of love, and sometimes, on a dark night, I struggle to know if he is there. I wonder how a God defined as love, is not portrayed as love.
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