Daddy Issues and Perfect Timing

God is our heavenly father. Awesome. He's God, he's my dad, and that makes me like Hercules, right? Hold up - let's look at God's track record as a father. He's got one son, Jesus, and he gave him up to an earth family. That's respectable. It's tough to be a single parent with a full-time job. But then he and his kid have a relationship, and as Jesus gets older, his relationship to his father turns him into a societal outcast. Eh, that's okay. Jesus was a nerd. So am I. My dad is a cop and I'm extra safety conscious. I get it. But then Jesus gets blamed for everyone else's problems and stuck to a cross in the worst way. What does his dad do? He turns his back on him. "Dad! Dad! Why have you foresaken me!" And God let's him figure it out on his own. Which he did, and he reached his full potential, but seriously. Either God is a bad parent with a great kid, or a very hands-off parent who lets his kids figure their own lives out in order to give them purpose. I'm gonna go with the latter, which is a little nicer, and probably more in tune with the nature of God. But seriously. What a pain in my patoot!

And here's why:

God's timing is perfect. We're the ones who screw it up. But we, like bad girlfriends, blame daddy when things don't go our way. Case in point: my own life. I'd been waiting and waiting to hear about a job for which I interviewed. I got it, but I had to wait a week and a half. Hence the wanting to be properly depressed. So my own impatience, I think, led to a prolonged evening in which I, having lost all hope, left my phone in the car. I missed the call. Waited an extra night. And I'm sure dear ol' dad was laughing his almighty head off. And sometimes, I think, being the hands-off but omnipotent guy that he is, God likes to stretch things out for entertainment. Which is perfectly fine when it is not happening to me. But given my position in this universe, it's always happening to me.