In the modern society with advanced science and technology, faith seems to be becoming less and less important, people live between reinforced concrete boxes, seeking the basic materials needed for life, rather than everyone is qualified to seek spiritual satisfaction.To put it simply, it's like there is a temple in the mountains, and it may take a whole day to get there from the city, and you have to pay for incense to the Buddha after you go.So these times, is it more realistic to lie at home to play games and rest, or be caught by the boss to work overtime?
Most of the time, the gods and Buddhas will not save people, and people can only save themselves is the way out, and banknotes are a better bargaining chip, because this is a kind of voucher for the flow of means of production between people.The dilapidated church door was pushed open, and a man staggered inside, the wooden floor squeaking from disrepair beneath his feet, and the smell of dust waving across his face.This is such a world, people live very realistically, even the church has long been corrupted by corruption, abandoned by people, this church has not been entered for I don't know how many years.The man who came here today seemed to be a rare believer, he had drunk a lot of wine, and as he walked, the paint in his hand seemed to be spilling out of a small iron bucket at any moment.The beautiful painted windows had been covered with a thick layer of dust, and there was not even a trace of light, and the empty church was dark, except for the light that came in from the main door."
Click."
The doors of the church were closed, and the surroundings were again shrouded in darkness, except for the statue of Jesus on the cross with its head bowed and a sad expression.The drunkard shook his head, turned on the flashlight pinned to his chest, and walked to the altar as best he could, his footsteps seemed a little hurried, and the green tendons on his neck appeared, obviously his heart was also suppressed with sorrow.But the difference is that God's grief is said to be compassionate, while human beings are only for themselves.Arriving at the altar, the man first set aside the paint bucket, then slowly, hand and foot, climbed up to the altar, and then he took a new brush from the pocket of his denim jacket and used it to absorb the red paint.Then, as if possessed by some demon or ghost, he picked up a brush and wrote on the belly of Jesus on the cross, which naturally did not have any calligraphy, and his flushed face showed that he was extremely angry.The word he wrote down was - liar.When he had finished writing the word, he stood on the altar and looked up at the statue of Jesus.God's expression did not change in the slightest, and he wept.At this point, the strength of the wine may have come up, and he turned his head to the side and vomited, spitting out yellow juice and stomach acid, but nothing solid.The smell of alcohol irritated him, causing him to shake up, and he jumped off the altar after vomiting, before starting to curse at the statue."
Liar!
Can you hear me now?!
You impostor!
Sunday school teaches all fakes!
”He did the same thing as Dracula back then, except that he didn't pee and spit on the statue of God, but loud enough: "You don't care about any of us at all!"
Never cared!
”His fists clenched, but the drunkenness and lack of oxygen made him dizzy and gasping for breath.The icon of Jesus was hidden in the darkness, and the expression on its face seemed to be blurred, which could have been the effect of tears, but it remained silent."
I've been believing in you all my life, even if others have given up their faith in you!
But what did I get?!
”The man pounded the altar, and the cobweb-stained menorah staggered as a result: "You gave me a TM crashed Boeing 7!"
My family is dead!
”He yelled at the statue as if there were no priests or nuns in the abandoned church, and no one would hear him, except for the wooden statue.As he continued to shout, it became clear what had happened.The man didn't report himself, because God knew him in his cognition, so he just recounted what had happened to him in the last few days.For a long time, as a believer in God, it was difficult for him to gain social recognition because he was obedient and honest, but these virtues seem to have become a defect in today's society.He couldn't fit into the cold-blooded social rules of capitalism, couldn't face the dark laws of the forest, and had to pay twice the price for what he wanted to get, which made his life very miserable.But he didn't care, and every day after returning home from work tired, praying to God in front of the shrine would bring peace to his heart.It wasn't until he was fired from the company again, and he had no money to pay the bills and rent, and his wife and children had to live on the streets with him, that he became confused.So he prayed to God that the Lord Almighty would give him a revelation of where the future would go.I don't know if God really heard his prayers, or if he was really unlucky to the limit, when he was kicked out of the house by the landlord with his wife and children, and walked down the street looking for a place to stay, a plane with billowing smoke actually fell from the sky!
The plane fell on the family's head, and the nearby street was on fire, a real apocalyptic sight.At that time, when he saw the plane falling, he pulled his wife and children and ran away desperately, but how could a person's two legs outrun the crashed flying machine?
His last feeling was that his eyes were dark, and the whole person seemed to be as relaxed as a cloud.He thought he was dead.But the next time he opened his eyes, three days later, he was taken to the hospital without any injuries on his body.The bones of his wife and children were gone, probably after being smashed and burned clean, but he was next to the two of them at the time, and he was directly hit by a giant passenger plane, but it was strangely intact.Doctors and police officers determined that he was blown away in the explosion and instead thrown out of the fire, miraculously.The F.B.I. suspects him of involvement in the terrorist attack, because the thousands of people present at the scene are corpses, and only he is alive.But in the end, the interrogation was inconclusive, and after the media also paid attention to the 'lucky man', he was acquitted, and the public interest lawyer took him by the hand and announced to the reporters that justice would prevail, and then left after the carnival.Lawyers get fame, journalists get news, the FBI gets an excuse to close cases, and he?
Got a long bill from the hospital.He did not have Class A medical insurance, and he stayed in the ICU for three days, although no treatment was used, but the medical equipment was running out of money as soon as it was turned on, and what he needed to pay was astronomical.There is nothing left, he is nothing in the true sense of the word, except faith in God.So today he stole wine and paint to say goodbye to God, what God gave him, not what he wanted, then God is a liar, isn't this logic very simple?
(End of chapter)