In my last post,
I mentioned that my life really isn’t good enough to be worth trading away the
hope of heaven, just so I can live by my own rules for what relatively little
time I have left in this life. I anticipate the titular question is the type of thing
a well-meaning Christian might ask. I’m also drawing some inspiration from my
mom, who never hesitates (whenever I’m complaining about my sad state in life)
to say that “following God is the only way to true happiness.” This fails to
move me, though, because if that were true, I would’ve never left the church in
the first place. If that were true, I should think that after two thousand
years of Christianity, there wouldn’t still be all this conflict and
disagreement about which religion was the right and true one, because it would
slowly-but-surely be plainly evident to everyone (not just the people who
already believe it) that one religion gets better “results” than the others.
But anyway, that’s a bit of a tangent. Since I’m so
dissatisfied with my life, I can see how a person who believes in the power of
prayer might think that asking God for help would be a good start to get myself
on the right track. Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed thinking about how pitiful
my miserable existence is, I might have a moment of weakness and think, “eh,
maybe I should just give it a try. What could it hurt?”
