Why Do You Always Piss On God?

By Anthony Ayoub

Why are you wasting the only life you have. You are here for a purpose. Know it, live it. Use your life for what it was intended. The small truths that you will learn from this passage will open unimaginable vistas and will help you find your way to a much greater and more fullfilling existance.
If you did not make today special, not all the money or influence in the world can give it back to you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony Ayoub
• Release date: Jan 22, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452319858

Anthony Ayoub

Hi. My name is Anthony Ayoub. In my life I have specialized in travelling the hard road. Fortunately, I have been blessed with a rather quirky memory impairment that allows me to forget the worse things that happenned to me, while,at the same time I have learned from them.Got thrown out of kindergarden at the nunery in Nairobi, Kenya, for taking a look under a five year old's girl skirt, with her permission of course. Moved down the lane to the monastery. Then, the University of Notre Dame in Bukavu, the Belgian Congo, followed by a rather long walk back through the jungle when the Belgian Congo became something else. A couple months in school in Alexandria, egypt, after spending six weeks in isolation in case we were suffering from the heeby-jeebies. Then, back to Kenya, tanganika, London,lytton,five miles north of Dover on the Canterbury road where I attended Pilgrims school for boys. They took my family to court in a benevolent effort to keep me in one place long enough for the dust to settle. Rome, where I attended St. Georges and finished my more formal education. A little more to come...

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Why Do You Always Piss on GOD

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Anthony Ayoub

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Preamble.

The saying, ‘nothing good comes easy,’ seems to be a universal requirement.

I think this is because we always expect that the discovery of ‘good things’ should be loud, brash and earth shaking, a little like Vegas.

We look for the grand gesture, the leap of faith, which is hard to find, when, in truth, the reality of, 'the theological way', can more often be found in a tiny change of perspective. Of insight.

This small change of thought, however, can have a grander effect then Vegas ever dreamed of producing.

If you have the patience to drudge through my ramblings, I hope that you might find a hint that may lead you to a ‘tiny change of perspective’ for yourself.

To all you good people, Welcome.

A number of years ago, almost thirty, I am sure, I was driving a luxury taxi at the Vancouver international Airport and picked up a lady. She wished to go to the University of British Columbia, Saint Mary’s Cathedral.

Along the way we talked, as was my habit, and I found out that she was the mother superior for that facility.

At that time, I had begun to write my book, Terraqueocosm. It had gone nowhere in the direction that I had intended, but had taken an extreme turn and chosen its own direction taking me along with it for a grand ride.

From the book, I had gained new insights into my concept and beliefs with regard to religion. I must have tried to speak to her about them, because I distinctly recall her response.

To shut me up, she invited me to vent my opinions at their next Seminar.

It worked, I was horrified. Not by the fear of talking to so many people, but by the sheer responsibility of sharing what I had come to believe about God and about Religion. I felt very strongly, at that time, that each person has to travel their own road, and I was dreadfully concerned that people hearing my thoughts, and what I believed to be my own radical opinions, might become confused, lose their way on