For argument sake we’re going to pretend that God is winner take all when it comes to bagging the ultimate bad boy award. Here’s why…
We’ve deified God as beyond conception wholly-other. That God is as nameless as undefinable.
Why is God wholly-other? A wind gust answers whisper inaudible, “God is wholly other rich!”
God’s is mind-blowing rich. Unbelievably wealthy. Even beyond being all-powerful, present-everywhere, and all-knowing.
But there’s a gargantuan problem with having such an embarrassment of riches.
God’s very riches causes God to be the grand sufferer. A divine nonstop agony of the worst imaginable sort is the Most High’s. The reason why is so much wealth throws God into a state of infinite incurable imbalance.
Mind, body and pyschosomatic illnesses have their respective disciplines seeking cures. Why isn’t there one for spiritual illnesses?
Is it because we assume to be spiritual is to be in a state of health? What about unwanted spirit possession or a spiritual leader’s mind control to the point of follower group suicide? Those aren’t spiritual abnormalities?
Does having too much or too little of a good thing cause suffering? While having the right amount or just enough be the road to contentment?
If so, an infinite excess of spiritual riches could cause an inordinate level of suffering. Again, God’s problem is there’s no way to dispose of the surplus so what to do?
(Forgive me. I can’t help but think of all the folks who claim they’re God or want to be God. They have no clue what trouble they’d be in.)
No worries. God found a way to help deal with infinite spiritual overabundance. God becomes the supreme artist creating an artworld universe as a divine distraction for the same reason we go to the movies. Namely, to safely escape.
Isn’t it no secret that great art comes from great suffering? Like the caged bird sings the loudest and the wounded deer leaps the highest. Artistic creation as a way for its artist to relieve pain seems built right in the warp and woof of our universe.
If our world is divine theater and we’re God’s nightly entertainment, could this explain why there’s something rather than nothing? Imagine same-o same-o day after day finding no relief in the latest nightly news disaster.
Without this world our Ultimate Badboy could be bored Divine Mind silly. Come on, who goes to the movies for sweetness and light? Horror, war, infidelity, exploitation, injustice, natural disaster glues us to our seats.
As long as the suffering is worse than ours the better the movie. Then the war is won. All suffering vanquished.
That’s the way it is supposed to work. Does it?
What if this place is sacred because it serves a higher purpose? Like the Most High good?
If this world isn’t a divinely designed artword with every object hand signed with invisible ink, we are solely responsible for everything that goes wrong here. If we don’t make a difference, who will?
The notion the Ultimate Badboy is director and producer of this show could turn our world topsy-turvy head over heels. God doesn’t exist for us and our enjoyment. We exist for the powers that be.
Never mind we didn’t choose to be here. Never mind now we’re here most don’t run for the exit door unless thing get unbearable. Never mind all get booted out the same exit door kicking and screaming like it or not.
No script writer has birthed such a whacked plot. When we go to the movies the entire cast isn’t doomed no matter what the outcome.
The coming attraction theme: “Nobody got out alive” or “Its all futile because nothing lasts.” Truth be told nobody would go.
In the end what if God needs our help and understanding more than we need divine interventions? If the Most High suffers from a wholly-other embarrassment of riches, can we as lone lay practitioners be called into divine service?