Yes. Satan said that and was banished from God’s presence. I’m okay with that.
The Christian god of the Bible is defined in many ways, and has been so, throughout history. Popular ideas of who God is have come and gone. But once the masses, however fractured, accept a version of God, he changes again. It has to be this way as the potential realm of the supernatural shrinks smaller and smaller with each scientific discovery and Google search.
Think back to the era around Jonathan Edwards (Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God), Issac Watts, John Newton, etc. At that time, God was quite the angry and jealous being, ready to strike you dead at a moment’s notice, yet somehow loving and wanting of your worship, at the same time. Edwards’ famous sermon graphically depicts how God would hang a man by his toes over the lake of fire, terrifying him into obedience, the gentleman knowing full well that God held all the cards, and could drop him whenever he so chose. And yet in the same sermon, Edwards unabashedly and passionately spoke of how much God loved the human race.
The cognitive dissonance is amazing. People bought it like crazy. Revival happened. Tent meetings and services lasted for weeks, people lying in the aisles, frothing at the mouth and repenting of their “sins.”
Then God softened. The Billy Sunday types slunk away from society and built their walled compounds – Christian universities. Bob Jones, Pensacola, Liberty, Hyles Anderson, Wheaton, etc. These universities trained their men to be apologists – assholes, really. They then sent them off to run IFB and other fundamentalist churches, preaching their hatred for “them” and their love for “us,” unless, of course, you were a woman.
Then God softened even more. The shrill Bryan Fischer, David Barton, Raphael Cruz, and Franklin Graham types grew even more afraid. The proof of their god, in the rest of society, was slipping away.
And who was to blame?
Yes. Me. My words. The words I put out online, in my own little corner of the e-niverse. I am turning people away from worshiping an asshole and singing about a dead guy being inside of them. Or so I have been accused of the same.
The problem is, if God is really as powerful as these people claim, able to turn the weather and kings’ hearts wherever he wills them, why do I matter?
If I do, I am more powerful than God.
And I’m okay with that. Truly. I’m not the most loving person in the universe (or e-niverse), but I’m thousands of times more loving than the god of the Bible.