I thought that God was crying when it rained.
I stood by a window – at 3 years old – and cried with him.
To me, God wasn’t a man in the sky. He was an unpredictable and powerful presence void of empathy.
I saw people beg him for things, so I did too. My instant gratification was never fulfilled.
There was never an omnipotent presence, watching my every move. Just as I don’t think there is now – for anybody. Coincidence, happenstance, the natural ebb and flow of human nature, sure. But, God? No.
I think feeble minds conjure fables and have a need to pass them off as ‘divine’.
Sheep that need a shepherd.