The Misunderstood God: The Lies Religion Tells About God by Darin Hufford

The Misunderstood God: The Lies Religion Tells About God by Darin Hufford

Author:Darin Hufford [Hufford, Darin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Life, General, Religion, Christian
ISBN: 9781935170099
Publisher: Hachette UK
Published: 2009-11-23T00:00:00+00:00


The Angry God?

As the garage door was closing and my parents could be heard backing out of the driveway, the excitement in the air began to rise. My youngest brother, Brian, was peeking through the living room window, ready to give the signal the moment they drove out of sight. As soon as the coast was clear, the fun began.

The six of us kids had created a game with our family dog that I am almost embarrassed to tell you about. His name was Pierre. He was a French poodle, and he had the nastiest temper I had ever seen. Because of the fact that he was a poodle, it made it all the more fun to provoke him to anger. The last creature one would expect to act so bold would be a French poodle. We found it hilarious. Plus, we just had to do it because—you know—he was a poodle.

I suppose if he had been a German shepherd or a rottweiler, we wouldn’t have played such a game, but Pierre could do nothing more than chase us around the room and snip at our heels. French poodles can’t even snap; they snip, and Pierre was the worst-tempered, snippiest dog on the block. If dogs could have a short man’s complex, he definitely would have had it.

In the corner of the living room sat a crushed velvet chair that had flaps that draped to the floor. Pierre would hide under the chair (in absolute fear) while one of us would go around behind the chair. The other five would run around in circles in the middle of the room, screaming like maniacs. The kid behind the chair would tilt it backward without warning, and Pierre would dart out and snip the heels of whoever was closest. It was kind of like “musical chairs,” only with an angry poodle instead of chairs.

Over and over we did this, and every time that dog came snipping, the sounds of children screaming filled the house. We were careful to give each child a turn as the “chair tilter” so that everyone could experience the exhilaration of provoking Pierre. By the time we heard the garage door opening again, this poor dog was on the verge of a heart attack. Seconds later my parents would walk into a living room full of children diligently doing homework and playing a quiet board game while Pierre was in the corner making that coughing noise that sick dogs make. I thank God to this day that Pierre couldn’t speak English. Our parents would have put us in therapy for years for doing such a thing. Actually, if Pierre could have spoken at all, I’m quite sure he would have been in therapy.

It would be too easy to reduce the subject of this chapter to “anger” alone. Though it is true that love is not easily provoked to anger, the fact is, love is not easily provoked to anything. Love cannot be moved from one emotion to another.


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