Think about it. 

 I just thought of these a while ago.  They're not ideas of what a theoretical God is like so much as theories of his motivation, these being motivations other than absolute good, which resolve the why-is-there-suffering dilemma.

This phrase caught my eye on another thread. Someone referred to God as an imaginary friend such as children have when they are young. Someone to console them, keep them company, and be their best friend. Is this who God is to you? If people who are not deeply theological find an imaginary friend in God, is this a bad thing?

Any thoughts?:

For the longest time I was finding it hard to have anything in common with my own age group. Here I am, a 21 single girl, I don't drink, I don't smoke, I take care of my mind, body & soul, and I have this amazing friendship with God. I want to learn so much & experience so much, that sometimes I feel like I isolate myself because I am not following the normal life of a 21 yr old. Until I found this website, I was at a loss for relating with other people about spirituality, keeping my prayers to myself.

 I have some really close friends that are Athiest, so I have nothing against that type of "religion" I believe that people have freedom of choice. But because I'm Catholic, it strikes me when people say "oh my God" in the first place...but to hear it come from people that don't even believe in God, it just doesn't seem logical.

Some of you stoic sorts have to excuse my sense of Eumerous when it comes to the sea of word ... like a crucible of ink ... black smithing in metaphor? Is God a word of great expanse an groan? WEBSTER lists some 153,000 and states there is over 600,000 to chose from! Is that desert from the outside aspect?

We read about the great hereos of faith.  We hear about Sarah who had a baby when she was old.  We hear about Daniel in the Lion's Den.  We hear about Joseph who got sold into slavery by his brothers only to become the right hand of Eqypt.  Shradrach, Meshack, and Abednego in the fiery furnace. 

In the past as is now there appears to be people whom God has forgotten.

you are waiting on a beach
for a healing word to come
maybe an apology in a bottle
maybe a flower that says, "I'm sorry."
and the hurting leaves you numb

will you forgive?
will you forget?
will you live what you know?
He left his rights
will you leave yours?
you don't understand it
let it go

you are waiting on a beach
this is where the east meets west
and as another sun sets on your anger
the darkness laughs, as the wound destroys