It is every human being's desire, or at least every man's desire (it may be a male thing),
to rebuke God --
-- to rebuke God for human suffering -- at least for ones own.
For, at some times, at least, life has seemed guided by the hand of injustice -- which is to say, a sense of insult, of unnecessary insult, even.
Who among us hasn't felt the sense of injustice at things gone wrong which should have, by all sense of things, gone right?
Now, even if it is so that we, ourselves, are at least partially responsible for things that have gone wrong that should have gone right, it is not our fault that the fault exists in ourselves -- or in our stars -- but it is, seemingly, our responsibility. We have inherited our faults from who-knows-where and who-knows-when, and they may have led to the formation of other faults and a cascade of consequences -- sometimes without our recognizing our own fault. We're caught flatfooted, nude in the subway. We may feel "we're in the right about it all and we're the wronged party" and we're actually at fault and responsible for it. We're in for it.
And our outrage at unfair existence is that our faults are not our fault -- and yet we are responsible for them -- for handling the consequences, for handling ourselves.
Thus, we are oppressed by our own faults . . . through no fault of our own.
It's so unfair. It's so absurd.
God sure has a sense of humor.
And so who wouldn't wish to shake our fist at God for setting up an existence of such absurdity. "GOD! What were you thinking???"
The mice-like, submissive, obedient, God-fearing meek may disapprove and cluck and speak of divine plans as we rail against God. They speak of the patience of Job. Those who speak too quickly are glib and naive.
Some, who have felt the insults of existence, do not speak so quickly, and either might secretly wish, underneath all that idealistic self-repression, to do as we do, or might understand why we might wish to rebuke God -- or both.
Indeed, they may understand.
But a moment. That unfair inheritance of conditioning, as dysfunctional as it may be or seem, is the raw material for a valuable inheritance -- the inheritance into which we come as we transform the liabilities of our conditional inheritance into assets.
Some of us may be really rich, that way. Really rich. The redemption process may go on, and on, and on. What an inheritance! but Work!! Some might indeed feel like shaking a fist, or even a spear.
and speaking of Shakespeare, here's a little quote from Hamlet:
Life is a taletold by an idiot --full of sound and fury,signifying nothing.
Maybe we, who have begrudged the sound and fury, have begrudged it because so much of it has seemed for nothing . . . . . perhaps because we do not value or recognize our transformation, or perhaps because life's passage is still rough.
Maybe we have begrudged all the sound and fury because, from time to time, we have seen this world of life seem to conspire to prevent great ideals from coming to fruition. Dunderheads prevail, for a time -- seemingly an unnecessary injustice.
It has indeed seemed to me that the world has conspired to be that way: a tale told by an idiot (or dunderhead), full of sound and fury, signifying something unpleasant.
So, many may have reason to rebuke God.
We may or may not remember bargaining for that part. I suspect that few do. Maybe we should all sue God Almighty for breach of faith.
Or maybe we should just settle for rebuking God for all our hardships and then get down, again, to the business of redeeming our inheritance.
The alternative is just to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and to shake our fist at the heavens -- and God ain't there, in the stratosphere or the ionosphere or outer space.
I think to rebuke God may do a lot for people's backbone. It would certainly take integrity to do it and the power behind it would be the power of authenticity, even if only angst.
I think it would be very revealing and, up to a point, empowering.
And, of course, there's always The Gold Key Release to clean-up any aftermath.
Heard of it?
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