Filthy Rags

There are moments when I believe God just doesn’t like me. Now my hardened Christian friends and family would probably say, “It’s because I don’t keep his commandments” or at the very least that, “I’m just a backslidden heathen” (that what my wife likes to say). Well all that may be true but if you check my record I think I’m a pretty good guy. But then my religious loved ones would most certainly reply, “Without Jesus you’re still just filthy rags”. (Isaiah 64:6)

My feelings about God have never really changed, but my attitude towards organized religion definitely has. Some will argue “You should look towards the Lord and not man”. But like a good friend once told me, “They might point one finger towards you, but there’s three fingers pointed back at them”. But I didn’t come into this holiday season to pick a fight. Such shenanigans are just low hanging fruit that only leads to anger and strife.

What I’d rather say despite the forecast for rain is that I’m only out here enjoying God’s creation with wind and mild, partly cloudy skies. Now my day didn’t start off great, for one I couldn’t sleep, and I was having painful cramps in my abdomen. To write another sad sob story really wouldn’t do anyone any good. While at the same time carrying your misery in your pocket isn’t going to do you any good either. So despite this being the 161st anniversary of the Gettysburg address and my birthday. I suppose I’m due a foul day. So do I have the right to blame “God”? Honestly the only person I can really blame is myself more than anyone else.