Let me tell you why church is hard.
Trying to convince me that the Bible isn’t science but it is absolute truth about the beginning of time. Using examples like giraffes and language to explain divine design. Making fun of a scientist that said language probably just started with one lone genius who then taught the rest of us words. A man in the back of the room yelling out, “no that couldn’t be true, a man would never do that, it must have been a woman.”
The whole group groaning. The women rolling their eyes. Leaving there feeling that my words are too much. Not enough. Just shut the fuck up. You and me both.
Denying the oven that our world is becoming because God promised no more floods. But floods still happen. Yes, but it won’t wipe out the entire human race, just a few people along a river, here and there. The icebergs are melting the oceans are rising, but it won’t be a flood. It will be fire. And only God can do that, we have no way to influence this. Man made global warming is a hoax. Only God can do that.
God made man and then He made woman. But what about mitochondria? Well, what the hell is that? Only the main reason we exist. Some weird glitch in evolution where a bacteria hitched a ride in our cells and powered the whole shebang. Mitochondria can only be passed from mother to child. All the mitochondria in all the world came from our mothers. The poor sperm have no equivalent. Women do rule the world. The world just forgot to tell us. And who’d want to rule this shithole, anyway?
But I believe in God. I believe in something outside of myself. I also know that science has not disproven God, but the church is trying to disprove science. I proclaim we will never know all the answers. We even ingested the fruit and still to no avail. We will never know all the secrets, but I still yearn to find out. I still want to try to unlock the secrets. I still want to grow closer to God. I want to learn the mechanisms of the design by the great designer. Denying science is a denial of God, for we face the explanation of the design and say, no that’s not right. God wouldn’t do it that way. He would just say “poof” and that would be it. No change, no evolving, no becoming. Even in my own lifetime, I am changing, adapting, becoming. Following a path that He has imagined to lead to His greatest good. Church is hard because if they knew I felt this way, they would turn their backs on me and walk away.