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Monday, July 28, 2014

He Can’t Hear Me



He has been told for so long that God hates him that he believes it.  Now he tells himself, over and over again, that God hates him.  That he is cursed. That God has cursed him from birth. 

And so he hates himself.  He’s tried suicide before.  Shot himself in the gut with a handgun.  Now he just drinks. 

And he hates God.  “F**k you, God!” he shouts. And then he hates himself even more because he knows he shouldn’t hate God.

He believes that his sins are unforgivable. “It’s in the Bible! I’ve read it!” He says this, but because he’s drunk he can’t remember where he read it, but he knows it’s in there.

What can I say to him except, “God loves you.  You are not cursed.”  Over and over again, I say it. “You are not cursed. God loves you.  Nothing you have done is unforgivable.  And again and again, “God loves you.”

But he can’t hear me.  Partly because he’s so drunk.  And partly because this message is so contrary to everything he’s ever been told, and everything that he continues to tell himself.

But I say it again, “God loves you.”

2 comments:

  1. RICHARD THOMPSON
    God Loves A Drunk Lyrics
    Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven?
    Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain
    No more D.T.'s and no shakes
    And no horrors
    Very next morning you feel right as rain
    O God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
    With the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
    But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body
    And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
    His shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises
    To kick-start his mind now and then
    O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
    Does God really care for your life in the suburbs
    A dull little life of dull little things
    and bring up the babies to be just like Daddy
    And maybe you'll be there when He gives out wings
    But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool
    He wets in his pants and he falls off his stool
    He can't hear the insults and whispers go by him
    As he leans in the doorway and sings Sally Racket
    Can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body
    And soak through his clothes to the skin
    O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
    Will there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven?
    Does clerking and wage-slaving win you God's love
    I pity you worms with your semis and pensions
    If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above
    But God loves a drunk, although he's a clown
    You can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down
    He don'T give a cuss for what people think of him
    He screams at his demons alone in the darkness
    He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle
    Won't you throw him few pennies, friend
    God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen

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  2. "God Was Drunk When He Made Me"
    by Jim White
    Jesus and the fiery furnace.
    Devil and the deep blue sea.
    Preacher say I'm gonna burn in hell for all eternity.
    But when I have my judgement day and I lock eyes with my savior, well,
    This is what I'm gonna tell him when he asks about my behavior...
    I'm gonna say;
    God was drunk when he made me.
    God was drunk when he made me.
    God was drunk when he made me.
    And that's why I'm so crazy.
    Jesus and the fiery furnace.
    Devil and the deep blue sea.
    God was drunk when he made me...but that's okay 'cause
    I forgive Him.
    See if it was God who made forgiveness, then before that he musta made sin.
    And who built the house of brotherly love, then let the Devil come dancing in?
    If it was God that saved the miracle child from the peril of the fiery flame,
    Well then it musta been him that killed the two hundred others just to glorify
    His name
    That's why I say;
    God was drunk when he made me.
    God was drunk when he made me.
    God was drunk when he made me.
    And that's why I spout heresy.
    Jesus and the fiery furnace,
    Devil and the deep blue sea.
    God was drunk when he made me but that's okay...'cause I forgive Him.

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