This is the last Sunday Sermon I’ll do.
I started out just intending to remind myself of what I thought I’d learned in church on Sunday… whether it was the meaning of life or just some stupid joke that somebody told. Instead I find myself writing these nasty, scripture-filled pieces of sanctimonious crap. While I’m trying to figure out my own spiritual truths, I’m making my friends squirm in their seats–dying to raise their hands in protest, yet too nice to want to offend me. (As someone with a terribly fragile ego, I thank you.)
I don’t have any answers. I don’t know why God does what He does. I don’t know why things happen the way they happen. I know what I believe, but even that is subject to change on a
daily hourly basis.
I only cling to these rules (human Laws of Robotics, I guess):
1. Always remember that someone, somewhere loves you.
2. Whatever you do, try not to hurt yourself or anyone else.
3. Help someone else out, if you can–no matter how insignificant it seems.
Tomorrow, I may wake up Buddhist. I may be a pagan or an atheist. But to my mind those are the only ones that count. The rest is just bullshit.