The Pleasures of Minister and God
The preacher stepped up onto the small podium in what was left of yet another evergrowing church of dying people. On a day as holy as this, he couldn’t help but feel dirty for what he had done and what he was about to do. "In the Bible, God commands us to look at the spiritual side of ourselves and to not be tempted by the flesh."
From the middle row, a young man stood up trying to conceal the contempt that had lingered in his eyes since his mother’s sickness. "What if we are attracted to the flesh, spirtuality, and being of someone? Does God then still look at us with disdain?"
A unaudible sigh escaped the preacher’s lips as he stared back at the boy who’s eyes flashed with contempt as hard as he tried to hide it. "God would be unhappy with your attraction to the flesh, but I feel he would find favor in your attraction to the spiritual and being parts that make up the rest of the person." The preacher said a silent prayer as his life flashed before his eyes in rewind since fast forward was too slow. "Why do you ask this and interrupt me on such a holy day as this?"
"Because, I need to know." The contempt flashed brighter in the youths eye. "I am always procrastinating the memories of when the moon and stars told us all who we are."
Puzzlement swept through the face of the preacher as he asked, "What is this that you speak of? God told us who we are when he put our names in the Book of Life. What is this fallacy that you spew?"
"I’ve heard NIB playing in your house when you think no one is caring, you know what I speak", smirked the youth. "You all claim to know what love is, but this is only a shell because you only love when it is in our favor. God is the same way, God only loves and saves when we do a favor by giving ourselves up." A gasp shook through the assembly as the youth continued to speak, "God is the groom and we are all the bride when we open ourselves up to God’s love. Yet, when we do not love in return, God does not love us in return for we will not let God in. We all whore ourselves because we fear the ultimate end, do we not? Never loving God, only giving ourselves up so that we can live forever like the typical whore, never loving but only pretending for gain. I don’t even know anymore if love exists, this whole process shows all people to be nothing but empty, using others and then discarding them like a paper cup. The Church can teach me nothing about love, so does that mean society and people can or am I reaching into thin air pulling up nothing but more thin air?"
"Outrageous accusation," screamed the preacher. "How dare you enter a house of God and spew such forth. God will punish you for your sins." His eyes darting around, fearful of what would come next that would expose all of it.
"Then answer me this, why does God allow us to love when our life is predetermined? We should not hurt if life is predetermined because there is no point, except the Bible claims, to bring us closer to God," stated the youth calmly. "God has no mercy on us, especially when we are put in a spot, but meant to love someone in another but be disabled to fully show our love because God decided to stick us to the exact same place everyday." Fire flashed in the youths eyes as anger grew and the secret passed through his mind as he said to himself, "This man has caused no harm, why then should I punish him for what he believes?"
"God does all things for a reason. It is part of the divine plan," exclaimed the preacher.
"Well then God’s plan sucks and is torturous to the soul that is stuck in the situation. God says goodbye, just as easy as any human does." The youth swept up to the stage and whispered in the ministers ear, "As the stars crash all around, the snow in your beard trickles into the spring and the fall of man splinters because of the simple pleasure of a minister and God." Then as he turns on his heels, the lights dance to the sound of rhythmic dosido dancing from under their feet.
"The simple pleasures of a minister and God are one and the same, as when the Earth kissed the stars goodnight and the pulsation of fangs on a bloody neck consimated the struggle of the jealousy engulfed the soul of yet another wayward son," stated the air to the unknown man with the bullet in his head, dying in the arms of yet another recycled soul from the past that looks into the present set of circumstances. "It truly is sad how God roots us when love moves us against everything that is tying us down. Such a shameful game God plays, lucky some have learned to escape, eh kid? Too bad the punishment is cutting life so short. Maybe someday the cycle will put you back to where you’ve wanted to be?"
*This really has no place in this blog, but I like the quote, so I thought I’d share.
"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things that a man needs to believe in the most: that people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; that love, true love, never dies... No matter if they’re true or not, a man should believe in those things because those are the things worth believing in."
