Paragraph 848 is very easy to take care of. Two elements: ‘‘can’’ and ‘‘through no fault of their own’’. ‘‘Can’’ means he has the ability, the power to do it, it’s not an indication or an assurance or a guarantee that he will. As for the 2nd element, define it in clear terms that leave no room for doubt. Simply put, how does one know for certain that it’s ‘‘through no fault of his own’’?. What if the person has a malformed conscience, feigns ignorance or has a hardened heart? What fool-proof method do you suggest someone uses to find out if any of those conditions apply to him/her?
I’ve been told that there is a God ever since I could understand language. The complexity and the sheer magnitude of the universe seem to tell me there is a God. We humans don’t treat everyone exactly the same. You won’t treat your sworn enemy the way you would your sweetheart. My experience of God is that of a callous, insensitive, absent, aloof entity. Like in the case of a father to whom you have given multiple opportunities to be a decent dad, at some point you understand and you give up on daddy. I gave up on God.
Life has made me despondent to a certain extent, I know that apart from a fatal condition that would give me time to repent, i’m probably doomed. Which comforts me in my initial idea that God is a callous tyrant to me. I know for a fact he’s very generous, liberal and gracious with some. But to balance things out others need to have stagnant tormented lives that go nowhere.
Things, life, the afterlife are all dramatic because God wanted them that way. I mean is it too much to ask to be able to be rid of the yolk of living when this life is over? God is ok with others’ pain, ok with damned souls suffering endlessly, but I like to say half- jokingly that the only moment he gets nervous, concerned and loses his serenity is when I get, if I ever do, too close to a big life-changing break in my life. I think my being happy and content in life would be very difficult for God to come to terms with. He’d lament: Where did i go wrong?! His will is dead set against my prosperity, happiness and fulfillment in life. Like a bully in high school who preys on you for no reason, you think to yourself, ‘‘Why is this idiot so adamant on making my life miserable?’’ So, in a nutshell, such has been my experience of God and of what people call his love. The only real problem, cause for concern is eternity. Not satisfied giving me a tormenting, stagnant life, he had to make me eternally miserable. It’s near impossible to reconcile with someone you just hope could vanish and die, and never be heard of ever again.