WE CAN REBUILD HIM

Every week, most of us growing up in the 70’s would sit avidly in front of our television sets and would repeat verbatim the words:

“We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better, stronger, faster.”

The issue I’m having with God is if He knew all that He knows, all powerful and all knowing, then why did He make me the way He did?  With all the faults, weaknesses, deficiencies, sorrows, pain.  Or, did He? I know I did not come from His hand a perfect man, having learned the story of Adam and how he screwed it up for us all, but why must I pay the price, too, for another man?  Yeah, yeah, I know about Christ and how He came to “pay” the price for all, but why did it have to be that way at all?  Where you and I are suffering so much?  How many of you asked to be here?  I know I did not, and I can imagine if I was sitting around wherever I was and the question was posed to me, “Hey Roy, you want to go down there, up there or just there?”  I think after looking over the planet and seeing what mess it was in, my answer would have been a very decided, “No.  I think I’ll remain unborn, thank you!”

But, it didn’t quite work out that way, did it?  On October 4, 1956, I was born into this mess with an expectation to survive and make good of it all.  Well, I’m not doing so good.  I don’t know who sits and dole out the mess onto our plates but I’m thinking I got more than my cupful and I want either Him to remove some, take it all or just tell me why I’m here in the first place.

Then I hear these words, “I can re-birth you.  I have the power.  I can make you better, stronger, perfect.”

So, go ahead.  Because it is surely better than what I have now.

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March 31, 2016