Back From My Tour
My children,
Doesn't that sound a bit odd? Some of your are easily in your 80's (or older!) and here I am calling thee children. I guess since a lot of you who pray call me 'Heavenly Father' or 'Our Father' it just became habit.
Anyway, I was just there on Earth doing a bit of field research. I'll bet you never knew I did that, did you? Yes. I take on a mortal form for a little bit and walk around and just see how things are going from a smaller viewpoint.
All I can say is: what a mess.
At the risk of sounding 'preachy' I attended a mass in Connecticut on Sunday. The priest was an older fellow named Mark (I'll leave his real name off this post, there are too many crazies out there) and he was probably one of the most miserable creations I've ever been responsible for creating.
He delivered his sermon with zero enthusiasm and you could just see in his face that he wasn't into it. Quite honestly, he looked like he had been dipping into the 'blood of Christ' if you know what I'm saying.
The congregation wasn't much better. They droned through their songs, which, come on people, let's get some new songs, why don't we? These old played out tunes are getting pretty dusty. Their responses to the prayers and sections where they all say 'Glory be to God' and 'Amens' were like listening to a large crowd of marble-mouthed zombies.
It hurt my heart. I'm sure the face of the human body I occupied looked like I was just stunned, but everyone was just down-trodden and there was gloom in the air.
Now I know why people are tired of going to church.
Now I know why people feel like religion is more of a burden than a relief.
Now I know why I'm losing followers like loose change in a holey pocket.
This form of worship is as outdated as the songs they're all singing. People feel like they have to go there to get to Heaven, whether they want to or not. Hey, I didn't create everything just to enslave it into believing in me and doing what organized religion demands of you. What would be the point in that?
When the collection basket came around, I had it all figured out.
It's about the money. Most of the priests and monks and bishops and pastors put it in your head that it's a sin to miss a service. Why? Because if you're not there, you don't put any money in their baskets. Just like everything in society, it all comes back to money. What a shame.
When Jesus (my son) was down here last, he got upset and kicked the paste out of the money-changers in the temples. That was part of the reason he got himself crucified. He drew attention to himself and all the rest happened.
The collection basket came by me and I looked at all of the envelopes and $20 bills and I sighed. I took out of pen and wrote 'You'll get nothing from me until you change your attitude. You should be paying us to be here' on a slip of paper and tucked it underneath all of the money. Then I got so upset that I left before I did anything else out of character.
I went down to the corner store, bought some Flamin' Hot Cheetos, went around behind the store and when no one was looking, unloaded the human shell I created and high-tailed it back up to Heaven.
Not sure how to change the people's perception about me and the church. It's going to take some work.
Doesn't that sound a bit odd? Some of your are easily in your 80's (or older!) and here I am calling thee children. I guess since a lot of you who pray call me 'Heavenly Father' or 'Our Father' it just became habit.
Anyway, I was just there on Earth doing a bit of field research. I'll bet you never knew I did that, did you? Yes. I take on a mortal form for a little bit and walk around and just see how things are going from a smaller viewpoint.
All I can say is: what a mess.
At the risk of sounding 'preachy' I attended a mass in Connecticut on Sunday. The priest was an older fellow named Mark (I'll leave his real name off this post, there are too many crazies out there) and he was probably one of the most miserable creations I've ever been responsible for creating.
He delivered his sermon with zero enthusiasm and you could just see in his face that he wasn't into it. Quite honestly, he looked like he had been dipping into the 'blood of Christ' if you know what I'm saying.
The congregation wasn't much better. They droned through their songs, which, come on people, let's get some new songs, why don't we? These old played out tunes are getting pretty dusty. Their responses to the prayers and sections where they all say 'Glory be to God' and 'Amens' were like listening to a large crowd of marble-mouthed zombies.
It hurt my heart. I'm sure the face of the human body I occupied looked like I was just stunned, but everyone was just down-trodden and there was gloom in the air.
Now I know why people are tired of going to church.
Now I know why people feel like religion is more of a burden than a relief.
Now I know why I'm losing followers like loose change in a holey pocket.
This form of worship is as outdated as the songs they're all singing. People feel like they have to go there to get to Heaven, whether they want to or not. Hey, I didn't create everything just to enslave it into believing in me and doing what organized religion demands of you. What would be the point in that?
When the collection basket came around, I had it all figured out.
It's about the money. Most of the priests and monks and bishops and pastors put it in your head that it's a sin to miss a service. Why? Because if you're not there, you don't put any money in their baskets. Just like everything in society, it all comes back to money. What a shame.
When Jesus (my son) was down here last, he got upset and kicked the paste out of the money-changers in the temples. That was part of the reason he got himself crucified. He drew attention to himself and all the rest happened.
The collection basket came by me and I looked at all of the envelopes and $20 bills and I sighed. I took out of pen and wrote 'You'll get nothing from me until you change your attitude. You should be paying us to be here' on a slip of paper and tucked it underneath all of the money. Then I got so upset that I left before I did anything else out of character.
I went down to the corner store, bought some Flamin' Hot Cheetos, went around behind the store and when no one was looking, unloaded the human shell I created and high-tailed it back up to Heaven.
Not sure how to change the people's perception about me and the church. It's going to take some work.
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