“Never Been Angry With God” Declares Man Who Just Doesn’t Get Being Angry With God

I’ve never been angry with God.

Maybe I sound sanctimonious, holier than thou, self-righteous, or any number of unflattering synonyms, but I never have.

I’ve had bad things happen to me.

In 2003, I left a church organization I’d been a part of for 8 years, and was convinced I wasn’t going to wake up the next morning. People who leave that church leave God, or so I was told over and over.

Well, I woke up the next morning and have done okay for myself, in spite of their distorted view of the Christian life which has hurt many people in many different ways.

What they did, and continue to do, is bad. I’ve been angry with them, and am now behind it.

But why would I be angry with God because they did something stupid?

In 2013, my ex-wife and I had been trying unsuccessfully to have a child. I didn’t get angry with God, I just decided I had to wait my turn. I watched in disbelief as my ex-wife threw a tantrum outside the building of the congregation we attended at the time. She said God could “fuck himself” for giving one of his children the desire to have a baby and then not giving her a baby.

Did I mention she’s my ex-wife?

Funny thing, she went on a 60-day juice fast after her self-induced meltdown and got pregnant. I’ll just leave that there.

I’ve never suffered the loss of a child, never had anyone close to me die young, never been diagnosed with cancer.

But if one or all of those things happened to me, I wouldn’t get angry with God. Why would I? He created me. He’s blessed me with skills and abilities that allow me to make a good living. He’s blessed me with a child and a woman that will be a far better role model than his current mother figure.

I’m not criticizing anyone who’s been angry with God. I’m just saying it doesn’t make sense to me to do so, and it never has.

I’ve been angry at people who’ve done me wrong. Sometimes to the detriment of my spiritual and at times physical health.

Thankfully my anger didn’t kill me, or cause me to do anything stupid that would kill my business. I realized that while I’m still alive, I can live with the injustice I’ve endured and make a new reality within the constraints placed upon me, or I can cling to my anger and insist that things be the way they ought to be in my view.

I chose the former, and it’s working out quite well so far.