Sometimes you have everything in common with a human being and you still can’t stand to be around each other. Occasionally you have relatively little in common with a dear loved one. Most of the time you disagree about this and that yet you can tolerate human beings in small doses. This would make sence if reality as we knew it was an accident. Gases and dust and nebulas and shit colliding forming spheres dancing around a star like trailers in a tornado. Chemicals reacting billions of times over until by chance creating the perfect environment for moss to grow on a rock. Yeah chaos like that I understand.
A loving creator. Purpose. Meaning. A story with a beginning and eventually and end? Then why am I hated by those who are indwelled by the same spirit as I am? Why do I return their hate with hate? Why do they hate the helpless? Why do I hate the morally upright?
I know, I know, we have an enemy. We’re all fallen, broken, dysfunctional. That doesn’t offer any solace. It seems more like an excuse than a reason. I don’t think that the devil makes every douche bag in the world a douche bag. It also seems like a broken person would just not work right. A broken car won’t start. A broken tv won’t show you a picture. But a broken human hurts you? No. A broken human isn’t able to talk, or is blind, or deaf, or mentally disabled. Being broken doesn’t explain why people say horrible things to one another. It doesn’t explain how a person can drive by a homeless man and hate him. Not just apathy. Hate. They can feel like the homeless man is some how victimizing them. If my microwave breaks it won’t cook food. It’s not going to start lobbying against my demographic. It won’t profess to love Jesus and then loath the vagrants who live the same lifestyle that Christ did.
Tom Waits says we’re all just monkeys with money and guns. I think if we were on an evolutionary track we wouldn’t have either.
