If the world is to be defined as God's dream, sustained by unending grace, yet untouchable by the creator himself, intervention would negate his very existence. If God intervened on anyone's behalf, he would have to have meddled with will. His very own principle is that he could never bend will. If he intervened, it would also seem an injustice to the rest of the world.
"Are we not all equal in your eyes father?"
If God intervened, he would be a liar. I cannot accept my creator to be a liar. If God is not a liar, then he cannot intervene in any way in the workings of man. His gift is our existence, and the fact that he continues to sustain it. People forget that we do not exist on our own accord. We are continually sustained.
"Help me father."
He cannot then meddle in our affairs. It then brings about the most sorrowful of images to those who look in front instead of looking above. It's mortifying to wake up everyday, knowing that you're alone, and the world you are about to expose yourself to has the capability of hurting you in any which way it can. There are billions of possibilities of hurt, and you have only your own strength and human kindness to depend on.
"I am not as strong as the world around me."
Human kindness is a limited thing. Newspapers and CNN seem to prove to us, or at most seed in us a paranoia that humanity has lost it's very namesake. I am alone. I am in the middle of this gift of sustained existence in a grand dream. When I look forward, I see only the despair of existence. What do I see when I look up?
"I pray to be where you are."
In the middle of the fear of existence, we remember that the one entity we turn upon to ease our pain, is the one entity that cannot lay a finger on us. Our pleas are heard, but on the other side of a great wall that the creator himself made, and promised himself he wouldn't breach until the right time. The pain we lift up high might eventually only serve to pain him.
"Forever."
I look up to a better place. I will live as best I can, to live eternally with he who sustained my existence. I look up with a will to be with the creator, not with false hopes and despair.
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