Recently I got a new job. It’s easy entry-level work, and it pays $900 a week. Having been unemployed for quite some time now, it’s truly a great accomplishment to get back in the labor force. I’m also nearly out of cash except for my cryptocurrency investments (which I refuse to sell for at least another 7 to 10 years because I want to retire early by making massive returns), so it’s also an accomplishment to make some money again.
Circumstances for me are good, and I should be happy, right? But I’m not.
What happened? How can I not be happy when I got a no-brainer job that pays well relative to the ease of work? The answer is because God treats me very poorly. He likes to judge me for little tiny vices that do not concern him and have nothing to do with practicing Christianity, and I suffer greatly because God decides to hurt me due to my imperfections.
I tried to get others to pray for me and ask God to quit judging me. I tried to stay positive, hoping God would stop his bizarre need to snoop on my private life if I just stay hopeful. But it was all for nothing: God didn’t stop, and I keep having to suffer because of him.
To be clear, I don’t have any desire to refrain from harmless vices. If I want to have a drink here and there, smoke an occasional cigar, or waste a few hundred dollars at a casino, that is my right; and God doesn’t have a right to intrude into my private life and judge me for these things. But still, he wants to make my private life his business, and I can’t stand it!
I plan to stay at my new job for about ten months to a year, and then move on to more advanced work that pays better. It isn’t possible to drink while on the job, since my work involves driving and I’m not allowed to drink and drive. It isn’t possible to use nicotine while on the job either, because they don’t allow smoking while at work. So yeah, I will finally be capable of living up to God’s rigid standards, and it’s because I’ll be working and therefore unable to engage in these vices that God seems to hate, even though it’s not really any of his business in the first place.
What does this mean? It means my suffering will end. I’ll finally be able to live up to God’s rigid standards, so he will remove the problem. At least I hope. In the past he didn’t want to do it when I achieved his impossible standards, but I believe he regrets turning his back on me in the past when I did everything right but instead chose to find another fault in me.
I’ll be okay soon—but there is still a problem.
God put me through years of this horror, and often it seemed like no end was in sight. I’m not happy about it. In fact, I’m very hurt by his refusal to end the terror much earlier. God’s conduct has left a scar on my heart, and no amount of insincere apologies will heal this horrible wound that happened because God refused compassion because he decided to judge me for harmless little vices that should not concern him.
What I want to know is why. Why did God do this to me? Why did God put me through years or horror, terror, and suffering over harmless vices? What he did to me isn’t right! He deeply hurt me, and I’ll never recover from the psychological injuries of being denied mercy and compassion for imperfections (then having to suffer prodigiously because of it), all of it happening for years.
I will pray to God later and ask him why. I don’t think he will answer my prayer, since lately he hasn’t been answering my prayers but instead ignoring me. So I want others to pray and ask God to answer my question. If more people pray, maybe my question prayer won’t get ignored.
Circumstances for me are good, and I should be happy, right? But I’m not.
What happened? How can I not be happy when I got a no-brainer job that pays well relative to the ease of work? The answer is because God treats me very poorly. He likes to judge me for little tiny vices that do not concern him and have nothing to do with practicing Christianity, and I suffer greatly because God decides to hurt me due to my imperfections.
I tried to get others to pray for me and ask God to quit judging me. I tried to stay positive, hoping God would stop his bizarre need to snoop on my private life if I just stay hopeful. But it was all for nothing: God didn’t stop, and I keep having to suffer because of him.
To be clear, I don’t have any desire to refrain from harmless vices. If I want to have a drink here and there, smoke an occasional cigar, or waste a few hundred dollars at a casino, that is my right; and God doesn’t have a right to intrude into my private life and judge me for these things. But still, he wants to make my private life his business, and I can’t stand it!
I plan to stay at my new job for about ten months to a year, and then move on to more advanced work that pays better. It isn’t possible to drink while on the job, since my work involves driving and I’m not allowed to drink and drive. It isn’t possible to use nicotine while on the job either, because they don’t allow smoking while at work. So yeah, I will finally be capable of living up to God’s rigid standards, and it’s because I’ll be working and therefore unable to engage in these vices that God seems to hate, even though it’s not really any of his business in the first place.
What does this mean? It means my suffering will end. I’ll finally be able to live up to God’s rigid standards, so he will remove the problem. At least I hope. In the past he didn’t want to do it when I achieved his impossible standards, but I believe he regrets turning his back on me in the past when I did everything right but instead chose to find another fault in me.
I’ll be okay soon—but there is still a problem.
God put me through years of this horror, and often it seemed like no end was in sight. I’m not happy about it. In fact, I’m very hurt by his refusal to end the terror much earlier. God’s conduct has left a scar on my heart, and no amount of insincere apologies will heal this horrible wound that happened because God refused compassion because he decided to judge me for harmless little vices that should not concern him.
What I want to know is why. Why did God do this to me? Why did God put me through years or horror, terror, and suffering over harmless vices? What he did to me isn’t right! He deeply hurt me, and I’ll never recover from the psychological injuries of being denied mercy and compassion for imperfections (then having to suffer prodigiously because of it), all of it happening for years.
I will pray to God later and ask him why. I don’t think he will answer my prayer, since lately he hasn’t been answering my prayers but instead ignoring me. So I want others to pray and ask God to answer my question. If more people pray, maybe my question prayer won’t get ignored.