In these recent times, I’ve been having struggles dealing with the concept of a God who reaches down to me since I never was lucky enough to have God starting from birth. It might be because of my depression which is a strong possibility, I don’t know. I’m going to be seeing a psychiatrist soon hopefully whose husband apparently worked as a janitor alongside Mother Theresa (that’s hearsay by the way).
Nevertheless, I’ve been able to take a morbid sort of temporary peace from looking at the recent posts on this blog. I don’t want to offend, but I don’t think the author would be too awfully happy that I’ve been able to find comfort in what the authors and posters are saying on her blog. It seems that she wants it to showcase multiple traditions with the attempt to understand each other but I’ve been seeing so much abuse between Christians on that blog and all that I’m left to say is, I’m actually glad I don’t feel God in me. I guess I can at least thank God for his overtly pious fan-club that has been able to produce for me some laughs.
If you would like more information about this wonderful fan club of God’s, check out the following article starting with the word “Addendum”.
For a ton of varieties and non-factual (although somewhat factual) information about the various different fan clubs, see the following: