The hypocrites made it too easy for me to reject God as I grew up in church.
I mean it was no contest, seeing their inconsistencies and meanness, their lukewarm attitude and “play church” mentality.
I didn’t have to look very hard or long to find the flaws.
Okay, so there was one big problem. The real problem was that I wanted to sin. I didn’t want to go to hell, if there was a hell, but I didn’t really want a relationship with God.
I wanted to sin, sought it out, spent my time doing it, enjoyed a good portion of it.
And the hypocrites helped me out, gave me plenty excuses.
Of course, therein lies a problem because God will except none of the excuses that I concoct.
“Hell’s a waitin’, boy. Sure as the sun rises. Don’t make no never mind about the hypocrites. Hell’s a waitin’ for those with flimsy self-serving excuses.”
So after I tired of pursuing the fleeting pleasure of sin, I began a new search for God.
Left the damned hypocrites out of the process this time.
