About God....

The most annoying aspect of religions, for me, is the God thing.  I understand that he's a big deal but it annoys me when people leave it up to God.  Whatever happens is in the grand plan or is God's will or was supposed to happen. It feels like a cop out to me. I do my best to keep these opinions to myself.  Being married to an ultra-religious person and not really believing in God makes for an interesting household.  You never really know how little you talk until you limit the topics.  Thankfully, that's passed but it was hard for a while. 
He keeps saying he can't wait until I'm temple worthy.  I tell him that could take years or even death.  I do not feel compelled to be a part of any church.  In fact, I find them constricting the more I'm involved with his.  I wish it was different.  But every Sunday I go, I sit and wonder what makes them so different?  Nothing.  They're still unhappy.  They're still lacking faith.  They're still human.  So why is it so important that people join their cult?  It's the numbers.
This Sunday I ranted about Joseph Smith and his "martyrdom".  It's good that he's patient and will listen.  But he doesn't agree with me.  Of course not!  It's my opinion.  I don't see that being reconciled to become a member.  It's funny....I told him I was more interested in Emma and could see myself joining her church.  How interesting and awkward would that be?!?!?!?!?  Yet it is tempting.  I've done research.  I've read about it.  And it's intrigues me.  I will probably do nothing about it but it does give me moments of pleasure to see him squirm. 
I should stop that: torturing him.  He swears I'm not.  I'll take his word for it.  Maybe I'll make that one of my new year resolutions.