A sorrowful God

How foolish I have been, I could not even teach you how to love me. Was there something wrong that I did? For I cannot understand why you do not appreciate good~ for everything? It is those misguided souls that convince you I am not real. It is those religious diehards who destroy your faith in my infinite mercy. It is your own conscience or lack of conscience that defeats your ability to ever feel loved. I am with you in the morning when you wake, I am with you when you are attacked, and I feel your pain as you feel your pain. You Cannot blame me for doing nothing because I must feel my other child’s destructive nature as well. And since you are all my children, do you not feel my tears… in the rain?

There have been the very few and special people I could put amongst you. For I know how quickly you become angry with one another. At least the chosen ones truly believed in my power. It Is why they’re writings and their teachings prevail to this day and age. Any religion that teaches love with the understanding of tolerance and acceptance of others, has taken on a very difficult path. So often these groups began because people cared, and had true concern. It was their goal to share. In such a wonderful atmosphere, I have been praised and honored as the Lord, as the Buddha, as the Mohammed, and many other religions that "every once in a while" a small percentage, will grasp the reality of the universe.

I know what makes you hate. I know your perverse desires. I know your hope to be good. Furthermore, I will never disappoint you if you come close to me. I am superior to all conceptual religious databases to the old Scriptures. There’s a new scripture being formed in this day and age. You ask, for peace? You must overcome the indifference of religious beliefs, and finally act like the true children of God- You, claim to be! Do not claim to speak for me unless you’re willing to pay the price. I will not stop you, but I will have to judge you. As any parent who loves his children, we try to teach our children to have respect and to help the community function. It is not for us to judge others, we are to help them regardless of their problem and put them away when necessary in the interest of society.

And so my heart is broken. For I see your jails filled beyond their capacities, people of the human race using racial discrimination in the eyes of God, hopeless, depraved, and indifference. I have lived through each and every one. Do not think you can comprehend the mind of God, it is filled with sorrows beyond your sanity. If you wish to help me, think of others in kind and appropriate manners. Is that too much for a father to ask of his son or his daughter? My sons do not judge your sisters, that will be taken care of in my universe: Not Yours. Remember I must feel everything that you do to your sister as well, and I feel you while you do it. I am God, I am inspiration, and I am infinite.

Thomas A. SUTOR

Written In PAIN.

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