Are we the best God can do? and other incredulous musings

How can God be perfect and still have made us? Would it have killed God to wire us not to publicly opine about or privately obsess over, say, Jessica Simpson's freshly acquired beef? Or was God shooting for silly in addition to rashly irrational? Who knows: Maybe the point of evolution was simply to bring us from baboon to buffoon. If so, mission accomplished. We are one sorry-ass collection of illogical, stubbornly (in some cases proudly) ignorant, and largely unable to meaningfully prioritize (e.g., beef-beefing) idiots.

Also ...

How come God needs to be worshiped, not to mention feared? Do you demand to be worshiped by your children? Do you boast about your dad-fearing or your mom-fearing, as the case may be, kids? Isn't God supposed to be the ultimate parent, not the ultimate pathologically insecure, stroke me, stroke me, stroke me, tyrant?

And how come so many Christians seem to place more stock in what's in the Old Testament than what's in the New? Didn't Christ redefine the definitive point of view (rhyme intentional)?

• Love thy neighbor as thyself (gotta love gays then, y'all).
• Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
• Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone.
• Easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, et cetera.

I guess what it comes down to is, the New Testament just does not provide the comfy foundation of scriptural say-so for all the bigotry, intolerance, money-grubbing, backbiting, and back stabbing that are so woefully prevalent in so many self-described Christian lives.

So ...

Forget the faith, methinks. Just gimme the begorrah.

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