I imagine meeting God at the end of time and asking him if it is OK for me to ask some questions that have been on my mind lately. I imagine Him nodding lovingly and patiently, seeing my confusion and my anger, and beginning:
“Go ahead.”
“So, it's up or down from here on?”
“Yes, figuratively speaking.”
“And I'm going...?”
“Down.”
“Down?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“You didn't wholly believe the Truth about me, about my Son, who is the only Way to me.”
“But I did believe!”
“Not enough.”
“How do you mean?”
“You were filled with doubt.”
“But that's my nature!”
“That's your sin nature.”
“But Thomas doubted, and he got a sign!”
“That was then. His sign should be your sign.”
“It's not enough. There is too much uncertainty about your Truth.”
“I thought it was pretty clear.”
“You would say that. At the end of the day its only clear if people can find you.”
“People do.”
“Yes, but they also find lots of other Gods. What about them?”
“They are mistaken.”
“But sincere?”
“Sincerity is not enough.”
“Clearly not.”
“You deserve your punishment.”
“Yes, but so does everybody, including those who believe.”
“True.”
“So they are in because they interpreted the data differently?”
“Yes”
“Lucky them.”
