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May 8, 2015

Hating God

Filed under: Children,Disabilities,Faith,Religion — by gailc120 @ 3:25 pm
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Another prompt!

  • ‘Frankly, Rosebud, you can’t handle the truth!’ Have a favorite line from a movie?

    I think one of my most favorite lines is from the movie “Lethal Weapon”. Danny Glover says to Mel Gibson “God hates me.”

    Mel, without missing a beat, says “Hate him back-it works for me.”

    How great is that??

    When I found out my first two sons had mental disabilities, it was pretty devastating. I was divorced from their father, living back home with my parents and very depressed. I was working part time as a nurse, on varied shifts. I was exhausted. Then the behavior issues with the boys began to show up.

    My oldest son was so hyperactive that by age three I was asking the doctor to put him on Ritalin. He said no, that he was too young to diagnose. One babysitter after another would keep him one day and quit, saying they could not manage him. My mother ended up being the one to care for him most of the time while I worked.

    At the same time, his younger brother was diagnosed with “PDD-NOS”-Pervasive Developmental Disorder, Not Otherwise Specified. I followed the recommendation of the education agency and put him in special education preschool, full time. He was three years old. I got him in to speech therapy and occupational therapy. It seemed like I was constantly at a school meeting or therapy session. By this time I had my oldest son in a church daycare program. But his behavior problems persisted. The only difference was that they did not kick him out.

    So, that gives you the background for what I am about to say.

    I hated God back then. It was a shock even to me when I realized that.

    It happened one night when I got home from work. I went upstairs to go to bed with the boys. I slept with them because the younger one would get up in the night and wander. I was afraid I might not wake up and he would get hurt.

    So, I went to climb in to bed, but instead found myself just staring at my sleeping boys. Suddenly, I was filled with anger, almost a rage.

    I looked out the window at the stars and hissed at God “YOU did this! You gave them to me and you knew better! You knew I could never give them all they need and you gave them to me anyway-I hate your guts!”

    It felt liberating in a way to chew his ass out. I finally could say how I felt-no guilt, no fear. I just put it out there.

    Those boys are now 22 and 20, respectively. They have problems to this day. It has been a very long journey. Did it end up with me having faith in God again? Not really. I did for a time. But it has never been a strong, lasting faith. Now, it is really not even a belief in God. I have seen too much. No loving god would allow people to suffer as they do. That has been my conclusion. He is either not in control of things or he IS and that means he’s a jerk. I would rather believe he does not exist at all.

    “Hating him back” worked for a while, though. Thanks Mel! I needed that advice!

September 29, 2012

I remember a pr…

Filed under: Uncategorized — by gailc120 @ 11:18 am
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I remember a preacher who was very passionate about sharing his faith.

One day in a sermon, he repeated the theme, “I have a burden”. It was a burden he chose, to do all he could to better the lives of others. It took him away from home quite often. It took time away from his own family. But it was a calling, one he took very seriously.

I feel that way about waging peace. I want to shout to the world, “What in God’s name are we doing? Why are we killing, instead of growing something good?”

Maybe it is in my blood, my roots.

I am an Iowa farm girl. We grow things here. We are about creating things, not destroying them. We are about planting seeds and hoping something good springs from them.

So, today my burden is to plant the seeds of peace, love and tolerance.

I may not live to see the harvest but I will know it started with me.

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