In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Good Faith.”
Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality — or lack of — for the first time. ~ Daily Post Prompt 1/9/15
Growing up I was taught that God loved you only if you were a “good” person. As a child, when I got in trouble, I would be told that I was going to go to that “firey place” if I didn’t start acting good.
Yes, God and (his adversity) was used to put my little bitty self in-line. (I was a headstrong child). The impact of this on my immature imagination was greatly harmed and would visit me later in my life. (So please! Do NOT do this to your child).
Of course, I grew up fearing God. When we did go to church the preachers seemed to always preach, “hell-fire and brimstone.” I learned that I must avoid God because if he noticed me then I would be automatically judged “bad.” And, THAT would be a disaster of the worst kind.
As I matured (and battled all the inner demons) I learned that God is a loving God and NOT a God ready to throw his child into the “firey pit.” I learned that I was His child and that He LOVED ME. I learned He loves all of His children, “all the children of the world.”
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could all be like that – love one another?
I think that is what God ultimately wants.