Translation of Life

I don't think I ever projected this idea of God as the Father until I was older. I already had a dad and he was great, I didn't need another one. To me, God was always the hero that never showed up when I wanted him to. As much as I loved him, or thought I did, it always made me angry that he allowed terrible things to happen in the world.

If God were to ask me to hand Him a lighter, I wouldn't do it. At least not when I was younger. Instead, I would walk up to Him, look Him in the eye and tell Him to stop smoking. Then I would walk away.

But I imagine that God would just reach for it himself and wait for me to calm down. We've always had a relationship, but it was stuck in the teenage phase since I was a kid.

In this current season of life that I find us all in, I find it incredibly frustrating to think about "the truth." The truth is people realizing that universal healthcare would cost them more and taxes. The truth is also that people will probably die without it. What I should probably be angry at instead is interpretation. That's how people come to the conclusion that we should let people die because it costs us too much individually.

Interpretation is important, of course, but when is it too much or too harmful? God is there and God is good, so how do people's interpretation of His being and His love get them to a place of hating anyone that is different than them. Does that cease to be interpretation when they are so blatantly wrong or is the truth just as messed up as all of human existence? I wish I could change people's experiences. Maybe they would love more often.