How existential!

I've been contemplating the essential existential futility of life in a universe created by an omniscient, omnipotent, being.

Seriously, what could possibly make life more pointless than the existence of an omniscient omnipotent creator?

He knows how every story that has ever been written, or is yet to be, from the beginning to the ending of time, begins and ends.

After all, He wrote them!

(I would presume he wrote them after he created time, since, without time, there can be neither beginnings, nor endings.)

He knows, and has always known, for his eternal existence, what each and every one of us is going to do, every minute of every day, for our entire lives.

He is, therefore, absolutely as responsible for any evil, as he is for any good. (see: Job, The Book of.  Satan has gods permission to treat Job like shit.) He's omnipotent and omniscient, he, by the very definition of those words, has to be - not just is - but has to be, ultimately responsible for everything that happens. It's inescapable.

I mean, he's god!

If he's omniscient, god knew perfectly well what adam and eve were going to do before he even started creating the heavens and the earth. That's what omniscience means. It means god knows everything it is logically possible for god to know.

God keeps his eye on the fall of the sparrow.

And is therefore responsible for Barretta.

This is a problem for theists, so many Theologians are now trying to get around this by conceptualizing a creator god who is neither omnipotent, nor omniscient; a god who does not, himself, know what he, or we, his creation, are going to do in all situations.

God has become contingent - more like the big brother who's sort of a screw up, but who means well -  instead of the all powerful author of all existence.

Which isn't really a hell of a lot different from being no god at all.

And though this line of thought has been going on in higher level, non-evangelical, theological circles for quite some time, it certainly isn't something you're going to hear from the pulpit any time soon.

At least not from any preacher who wants to retain his post and fill the collection plate.