Friday, March 25, 2011

In His three-toed footsteps.

This blog was written by my older sibling, who I hope will be a guest blogger often.

I was at lunch with a co-worker who was telling me about a book that she had just finished reading. I can’t remember the name of the book but it was the story of a boy with autism told from his point of view.  Even though he would do things that didn’t make any sense to anyone else they had a certain internal logic to him.
This inevitably led to me remembering how many times parents, ecclesiastical leaders, or self-important friends have told me not to question God because it is impossible to know the mind of God.  It is all in ones points of view.  All the random, cruel things that happen to this world are the will of God.  So, as I sat pondering the imponderable I had an insight that I would like to share with the three or so followers of this blog.
If I try to see things from God’s (this is the human God, not Dino Jesus who has much more important and tasty things to worry about) point of view I realize that His (or Hers if you swing that way) point of view is eerily similar to that of a 14 year old boy.  Let me spell it out for you.  What is God most concerned about?  Sex and violence!  All the big 10 (commandments that is) have something to do with sex or violence (well except for that one that is so narcissistic that it’s not even funny).
Have you ever spent any time with a 14 year old boy? Doesn’t matter the culture, doesn’t matter the parents, doesn’t matter the religion, they are all the same.  Just like God, what are they concerned about?  SEX AND VIOLENCE! (With a healthy helping of narcissism thrown in for good measure).  And what teenager isn’t all knowing?  Intentionally cruel? Unaware of anyone else but themselves?  Quick to Wrath?  Sound like anyone else you have heard of?
I am amazed that as a race we have created deities and imbued them with the personalities of children or that the glorified, perfect, immortal being that billions worship should be sent to his room.  Either way, it makes me sad for those who do not follow in the three-toed footsteps of Dino Jesus.
                For when you saw only one set of footprints in the sand, that was where I had eaten you…”
Footprints in the Sand (Dino Jesus version)


  1. “For when you saw only one set of footprints in the sand, that was where I had eaten you…”

    Oh my, that's funny...

  2. Yeah! That's it! God is like my 14 year old! It just sucks that we are stuck with an adolescent God that is working through puberty. I suggest we keep a low profile until the storm passes.