Rant #3,303: Dear God

Another weekend ...

Not much doing ... same old, same old.

I did take a walk outside with my wife yesterday afternoon. It was the first time I had done this since my injury. 

It was near 70 degrees yesterday, so why not?

Late Friday night, a Facebook friend that I won't name here posted an interesting question, one that garnered quite a number of replies.

The question was one that had no right or wrong answer, and iisone that I believe we have all asked ourselves at various points in our lives:

"Do you believe in God?"

The question was not religious based, it simply asked the question about one's belief in a higher power.

I decided to give it a go, and this is what my reply to thst question was:

"I am going to start out that I am Jewish, so my viewpoint might be from a different angle than many of you.

I have never been a very religious person, more Jewish in culture rather than religion. I was bar mitzvahed, married a Jewish girl and raised my kids as Jews.

But 2023 stretched my belief in God.

My family and I experienced the most horrible of years.

My mom's dementia ended up enveloping her, and she had a major stroke--while I was on a cruise, thousands of miles away.

I did get to see her briefly when I returned, but she never recovered, and she passed away at age 92.

My family and I were forced out of our home of many decades due to a variety of reasons, and we were forced to downsize about 90 percent as we moved from a house to a much smaller apartment.

And in the process of moving, I tore the quad muscle in my left leg due to an accident--

And then once we moved to our new residence, I tore the quad muscle for a second time due to an even odder accident than the first one.

Yes, I asked God on more than one occasion, "Why is this happening?"

The reply that I received was all in my head anyway: "Just sell mom's house and everything will be better."

We ended up selling her house, but made little money from the transaction, again for a variety of reasons.

And since we sold the house, things have gotten better.

I am rehabbing well, and although things are a little bumpy, so far, so good thus far in 2024.

And I almost forgot to mention that I lost my job almost four yesrs ago, a job I had for a quarter of a century, when the company I worked for went out of business just before the pandemic hit--and you guessed it, I never was able to get another full time job, not being in my 60s as i am.

And I lost my dad during this time too.

So how does this long-winded tale answer the original question?

Right now, although I have been severely tested during the past couple of yesrs, I still believe in God.

I have no choice in the matter, but I have asked "Why?" so many times, and I am still waiting for an answer.

If I didn't believe in God, there will never be an answer ...

And there may never be an answer, but I do believe thst God will answer me, maybe not directly, but God will reply to me.

I have to believe that."

Yes, it is a very difficult question to answer, but I think I did it.

What would be your reply to this question?

I am sure everyone would have a different answer.

Just something to think about as we move through another week.