Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you were the creator of something that you considered small, but that countless beings considered huge? Huge as in everything? Consider this scenario:
A 12-year-old boy receives a chemistry set for his birthday. Not just any set, but something super-ridiculous and awesome with endless possibilities. Something that we can't even comprehend because these people are so advanced. It's like a Sea Monkeys kit, but 10 billion times more. Among other things, you could make things blow up, create continents, chemicals, whatever.
One day, the boy creates something pretty neat, but things start happening of their own accord. Cool! He takes a very active interest in what happens, from the creation of new mountains to single-celled organisms to trees and birds and so on. He fixes what he doens't like and nurtures what he does like. What an imagination he has! And he takes care of his creation for a whole two years. It's his best creation yet, and the one thing to which he has ever voluntarily committed himself.
But, as all young boys will do at that age, things happen to his body and his feelings. There are girls that he likes. Puberty starts. His interests change, and he veers away from his childish pursuits. In effect, he abandons it, but returns to it briefly from time to time, for kicks.
The Bible, or the Catholics, say that we are God's favourites. How do you know this? Maybe God has other favourites that he still plays with. Maybe his favourite toy is some asteroid somewhere that is perfectly shaped, has a perfect orbit and doesn't hurt anyone, which is more than what can be said for us.
If God is some kid bored with his toy, we should realize that there is no real way for him to communicate directly with us, nor is there any compelling reason for him to care for us any more than the average person gives a damn about sea monkeys or ants. Sure there's a God, and maybe God could care for "us", but not for "me" or "you". By the same token, saying that "God hates fags" or "You hurt God when you do that" is ridiculous. Even if God knew that you spank four times a day, or killed three people for that matter, God wouldn't care. God has to impress the girl in science class.
If God knew that he was being used to perpetrate bullshit agendas, I wonder how much he would smite the wrongdoers. Chances are, he wouldn't care about that either.
God: "Dood, they're like, using me to blow shit up."
God's friend: "Cool, dood."
God's other friend: "Whatever, man. Puff, puff, pass. That's the rule."
That's another thing: What if God were on drugs? One trip would last for a thousand years. Or ten thousand. That could explain the Spanish Inquisition, the Crusades and George W. Bush.
