On one of my semi-monthly visits to my grandmother Martha a few weeks ago, she said something that got me to thinking.
During the segment of the conversation usually reserved for my salvation and how she would like to have at least ONE member of her family members join her in paradise on earth for all eternity --she's a Jehovah's Witness-- when she said something I've heard before.
"Jehovah is just waiting for you to dedicate your life to him. Then he'll give you the woman you're supposed to have." (I suppose he'll just pluck a rib from my chest and craft my Eve.)
Now don't go jumping on the JW's case o ye of other faiths. I have heard similar refrains from Jews, Muslims and other Christians during my travels. It seems only Buddha is Laissez faire when it comes to matters of the heart. But I digress.
The car ride home started the way it always does, with me imagining what it would be like to spend eternity in a lake of fire. As I pondered whether I could backstroke through lava my terror turned into anger.
"Is God really that spiteful," I thought for a moment ... then I got over myself. I'm not the smartest man in captivity, but I get the feeling that our father probably has more important things to do than keep me from finding a girlfriend.
So that begs the question, "Am I keeping myself from finding romantic happiness? And if so, why?" ...
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