A lesson in Love

​I once had a man of God, a preacher, tell me I was full of hubris and headed straight for damnation. He was furious because I told him I didn’t need a poorly written book, and sitting quietly in a big building being lectured at weekly, to know how best to live my life.

Perhaps I should have phrased it a bit differently.

After all, he was very concerned for my soul.
I, however, wasn’t sure he knew what my soul looked like.

He angrily asked HOW I KNEW right from wrong, if HE (or someone like him instructed in the ways of GOD - all caps emphatic in his voice) hadn’t told me what was what?

​Surely if I just READ said BOOK (all caps as well in his tone)…

But I had read THE BOOK. And I never understood how a god that acted so angry and punishing and seemed to think this beautiful world was meant to be suffered through, could possibly represent me or that thing they called my soul…

And as for right or wrong…wasn’t it simple?

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