We are born a slave race and we can never know freedom. Our highest state is to be complete slave to the will of God. We are loved not because we are ourselves but because God sees the only things He loves and can love, Himself.
I too wish I could love my family and spent an eternity with those I love and even those I hate. But in the end I will be desroyed. God will either curse me so I cant love my family and my friends.
My will twisted inward so I can only see myself never being able to reach out. Or He will bless me and I become little more that a mirror, no will of my own, no love or concern for the others in my life. All I will do is reflect the will of the Father in his endless hymn of self gratifing praise. Again no freedom to reach out. I can not look to my neighbor I can only look towards God and at the center the I that makes me, me is lost to oblivion.
The future does indeed look bleak, but that is my place as a creation born to suffer or born to an oblivion. I hope for oblivion but accept my suffering if He wills it due to imperfections that distort his reflection.
Hmmmm…this got me thinking…
So, God created EVERYTHING, right? Earth, sun, moon, stars, EVERYTHING…and you’re saying that he created US, humans, to be his slaves? You’d think, with all the cool stuff He could make, He would have come up with something better.
I mean, we’re not terribly good at being slaves, now are we? As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I’m in sin RIGHT NOW. As I type. Yup, I thought about it, and for certain, I am definitely sinning. And I LIKE God. I WANT to be his slave. And here I am, not slaving. So, see? Not very good slaves.
You’d have to wonder why he didn’t make something better to be his slaves? Labrador retrievers are nice…I’d have picked them.
I mean, I’m supposed to SING my praises to him.

You’ve never heard me sing.
I wouldn’t have picked me to sing to anybody (though you should hear me sing Trashy Women at karaoke. It’s bloody brilliant).
Yet, that’s what He wants from. Why do you think that would be?
And I thought I was SUPPOSED to look to my neighbor, even the gnarly-toothed creepy one. Isn’t that what Jesus taught us? Something about the least of my brothers? I think it’s FAN-freaking-TASTIC, that every time I help some stinky old homeless guy, I really helped God. Let me assure you, if I wanted praise from you, I would not ask for it through some stinky old homeless guy. Really.
God is certainly more generous than I am.