In the times in which we live, I believe that recently God has died. Take a minute and read a quote from Frederich Nietzche from his story of "The Madman":

THE MADMAN----Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!"---As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated?---Thus they yelled and laughed

The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you. We have killed him---you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.

"How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us---for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto."

Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. "I have come too early," he said then; "my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars---and yet they have done it themselves.

I don't know about you, but reading the headlines today it is apparent that God has died for many people. The God I am referring to is money. We as a country, for a long time, have worshipped him, asked him for blessings, and even sold our souls to him. Now, I believe he is dead and we are seeing the effects. We have built this god by our own hands and now by our own hands we are killing him as well. Many ask today, "Does it really matter what I believe or who I worship?" and to that I must respond, "Yes, it does." If the god we worship can both be created as well as destroyed by us two questions arise. The first is, "is he really God in the first place, especially if we have killed him?" The second is, "if he wasn't God, then who is?"

I agree with Nietzche on this point. If God is something we have created in our minds our by our hands we are the most to be pitied. He indeed can die and we indeed can kill him. If he is something other than that, something bigger and greater and more mysterious, then I believe the result is very different.

The results of what you worship are serious. We are seeing countless bankers, stockbrokers, and families losing all hope because their god has died. The worst is now the rash of suicides within the financial sector.

The point is, When your god is dead, your hope is lost. And also, what you worship does matter.

Who or what do you worship? What happens if they die? If they really are the true God, is he not bigger than death?

Think about it...blog about it!