Sorry for the particularly unusual title.
I was wondering why we Catholics pray to Jesus and Mary (Mary, especially) more than God.
Well...it is not that simple to explain. We think of God as that distant, cold Almighty Being who left us alone when he decided to give us free will.
That is why Evolution works like a charm for us.
It is the evidence that God has never cared and never will. Nature evolves regardless of God.
Whereas some Protestants won't accept Evolution, because they love God more than us.
And I will conclude by quoting a passage from The Thorn Birds. By C. Mc Collough.
Oh, dear God, dear God! No, not dear God! What's God ever done for me, except deprive me of Ralph? We're not too fond of each other, God and I. And do You know something, God? You don't frighten me the way You used to. How much I feared You, your punishment! All my life I've trodden the straight and narrow, from fear of You. And what's it got me? Not one scrap more than if I'd broken every rule in Your book. You're a fraud, God, a demon of fear. You treat us like children, dangling punishment. But you don't frighten me anymore. Because it isn't Ralph I ought to be hating, it's You. It's all Your fault's. Not poor Ralph's. He's just living in fear of you, the way I always have. That he could love You is something I can't understand. I don't see what there is about You to love.
I confess it is like I wrote that myself. The author is portraying a Catholic's thoughts, after all.
The thoughts of a woman who cannot have the man she loves because he dedicated his life to God.
I was wondering why we Catholics pray to Jesus and Mary (Mary, especially) more than God.
Well...it is not that simple to explain. We think of God as that distant, cold Almighty Being who left us alone when he decided to give us free will.
That is why Evolution works like a charm for us.
It is the evidence that God has never cared and never will. Nature evolves regardless of God.
Whereas some Protestants won't accept Evolution, because they love God more than us.
And I will conclude by quoting a passage from The Thorn Birds. By C. Mc Collough.
Oh, dear God, dear God! No, not dear God! What's God ever done for me, except deprive me of Ralph? We're not too fond of each other, God and I. And do You know something, God? You don't frighten me the way You used to. How much I feared You, your punishment! All my life I've trodden the straight and narrow, from fear of You. And what's it got me? Not one scrap more than if I'd broken every rule in Your book. You're a fraud, God, a demon of fear. You treat us like children, dangling punishment. But you don't frighten me anymore. Because it isn't Ralph I ought to be hating, it's You. It's all Your fault's. Not poor Ralph's. He's just living in fear of you, the way I always have. That he could love You is something I can't understand. I don't see what there is about You to love.
I confess it is like I wrote that myself. The author is portraying a Catholic's thoughts, after all.
The thoughts of a woman who cannot have the man she loves because he dedicated his life to God.
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