In a seemingly endless world of differing hopes, dreams, and blame, the commonality of it all in most cases, is that God plays a part in all 3...at least in many peoples' minds.
Hopes and dreams remain nothing more than spoken, or thought out aspirations from the truly optimistic. In these intangible processes, many have utilized God as a source of answering their hopeful cries. As God remains a colorless, soundless, and mute mentor, as evidence has shown, the hopeful still voice their superfluous dreams to Him, perhaps injecting it all with silent radar. They remain desperate for their prayers to be answered from a being whose main purpose, of the many, is to watch over His billions of children, animal and foliage alike. His omnipresent capabilities have seemed to lead people to the notion that He therefore has an inherent responsibility to help those who request so.
Therein lies the potential mistake, at least in the eyes of this writer. Consider the set-up. Many have said that God indeed has a master plan for all of us. In that master plan could come the pending apocolypse, or the breeding of a new species meant to take over the human race entirely. Who knows? If in fact this master plan does indeed exist, then our fate has been set, and no amount of crying, dreaming, and hoping, will change God's mind that one heartless man should win the lottery, while a pure man should feed off the garbage of others, especially since the world may just explode in a matter of coming seconds. In this life, a master plan may have been set, but the reliance on God brings up a shortcoming.
And what about the blame factor? Why is it that when we fall, we cry, we suffer, we always ask "Why God? Why??????" And yet when a baseball player hits the winning homerun in the world series, suddenly he drops to his knees in thanks to the Big Guy. In our flaws lies the fact that we remain truly thankful only when our happiness and prayers have been fulfilled, but bitter and disdainful when like 2 year olds, we don't get our way. It's funny how even as we age, we are still always stuck in the "Terrible Two's." We never grow up.
As humans, we have sent a man to the moon, created the ability to speak to the entire global population via a single IM, and cloned the fucking guts of one Dolly The Sheep, and yet we still allow ourselves to lean on God's invisible shoulder. He remains our crutch when we have been able to walk on our own for so long now.
A man born without any defects, is born with the ability to hear sound, noise, voices. In growing older, he soon learns to block out the noise he doesn't wish to hear. He can hear you, but he doesn't have to listen. He particularly exhibits this adaptation during prime sporting events on ESPN and broadcast tv. Such is the capacity of God. Simply because He can hearyou, it doesn't mean He has to listen. If in fact He is the creator of all things, heaven forbid He should take a break from being the greatest wonder the world has ever known.
It is in our inherent nature to be selfish for the material things in life. If through prayer you are seeking guidance, a listening ear, or are among the few that fall in the truly "in need" category, then ask away. But using it as a course of action in response to being selfish simply speaks of why God chooses not to listen to the ones that pray for Xboxes, the winning lottery ticket, and a pair of bigger breasts. Can you blame Him for not jumping to His feet at your disposal?
God is our mentor, not our bitch. If you can walk on your own, you don't need a crutch. It's nice to have for the "just in case" scenarios, but do you really want to go through life using the handicapped sign when the only disability you have is being too blind to see that God isn't the genie in the blasted bottle?
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