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~*~ Please note that none of these views directly reflect my opinions of God, religion, Truth or the like, and none of this is meant to offend/question/discriminate anyone~*~
Well, I got myself into this so I figured I'd keep going. And once more, I'd just like to reiterate (that's redundant!) the fact that I have a mere abstract concept of what I want this to be, and that I would like your opinions but not your mindless 'you're wrongs'. Thanks for bothering to read this! And here we have everyone's favorite phaser-happy (not to be confused with actually happy) Brit, Malcolm Reed.
All in the Name of God: Reed
Not My God
My father told me there's a God. Mum just nodded. I was two years old the first time he said it and almost every day for the next sixteen years he told me the same thing. Mum nodded. I nodded.
My father's God was a War God. A let's-defend-our-country-it's-our-duty-and-uphold-the-family-honor God. A Malcolm-this-is-the-way-it-is-deal God. Of course, it sounded much more eloquent when he said it.
His God always agreed with him. His God was his reason for what he did, what Grandfather did- what I had to do to uphold the bloody family honor. His God was the sort of God who stood behind him, nodding approval and saying listen to your father Malcolm he knows what's right for you.
Fuck him.
My father is the kind of person who can say "my God", just like anyone else can, but he can make you think he means it. He can say "my God" and you think to yourself, yes, it is your God, isn't it? No other God would have ever been allowed in my household.
My father's God was my God until I gave up on both of them. Fuck both of them. That's not my God. That's not my God. Do I have a God?, people ask me.
I'm not sure.
That came out slightly differently than I thought… I kinda like it, though. Next up, Hoshi.