As everyone knows, my father created the world and humans. But why did he do it? What had the entity – perfect and flawless, possessing all the most glorious attributes to the infinite degree – missed before? The Bible provides my father’s broad answer: “I have created him for my glory, I have formed him; yea, I have made him” (Is 43:7).
A respected philosopher makes it clearer: “A magnificence, admired by nobody, feels uncomfortable. In these circumstances there is no inclination to be great. And so then, greatness gets wasted and serves for nothing; it is no use being great in eternal solitude”. One could not say it better. It does not make sense to be a God if there is no one by whom his divinity can be acknowledged, appreciated and praised.
So, as a matter of fact, there are you who make my existence significant. A perspicacious poet clearly grasps this truth, asking:
What will you do, God, when I die?
When I your pitcher, broken, lie?
When I your drink, go stale or dry?
I am your garb, the trade you ply,
You lose your meaning, losing me.
Of course, I could live without you – but for what purpose? I do definitely not want to lose my meaning. Therefore, to connect you more firmly with me, I decided to miraculously create a new place, where every one of you can be close to me, building my community and deriving some benefits from it. As I promised before: “he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life” (Jn 8:12). Today I want to add an even brighter tint to my original teachings, so come in and follow me.
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Czy naszego Jezusa znow nie ukrzyzuja za obraze uczuc religinych?
Nice brain wash! Good work!
The 'respected philosopher' L.Kolakowski simply suggests that God created the world out of pure vanity. He still holds the image of biblical tyrant God, whose ego needs to be inflated at the cost of immense suffering of his creatures. Such a God would be a demon, anyway, not deserving any human praise or worship.
As poets are ofter wiser than philosophers, here's Ella Wilcox Wheeler:
"So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind,
Is all the sad world needs."