God on Trial

By Evan Wechman

This work is intentionally brief, as the author does not believe in wasting right from the beginning. It might be deemed controversial as it builds towards a climax which pits one religion against another. However, it is a must read for anyone interested in faith or mental health.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465397454

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Copyright © 2011 by Evan Wechman.

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If there is a God, he is a cruel, evil God.

Said to me by my cousin during a conversation about religion.

God does indeed have a unique and twisted sense of humor.

Anonymous

You remind me of Holden Caulfield because you have that same devil may care approach to life, which I believe will get you in trouble one day.

Said to me by a friend at college, after hearing me brag about a sexual exploit.

You know your going straight to hell unless you turn from your Jewish ways and give yourself to Jesus

Said to me by a friend who was also a Born Again Christian at the university.

There is no help for you here because there is no one like you

Said to me by a therapist at an OCD treatment center.

God on Trial

November 2004

I feared the phone. Something was driving me to dial 1-900#’s. This was the same urge that had wanted me to steal when I was a child. I don’t know if if it was my OCD or the devil, or a combination of the two. However, it was tearing my parents and my life to shreds. I didn’t want to leave the house because what if I used a payphone with a credit card and was billed hundreds of thousands of dollars. Growing up wealthy, I always slightly measured a man by his bank account. If I ran up huge bills, the telephone companies would take away the money I had, my parents’ dollars, and possibly our house.

Steve, you don’t have a credit card, my dad said to me reassuringly.

I once did, maybe I still do.

You don’t. Do you see a credit card anywhere?

No, but maybe I’ll steal yours in the night and use it to make calls outside.

I won’t let you, my poor aging father said.

I can call from home and ring up charges.

We have a block on the 900 numbers.

It might go through anyway. We are all going to lose our money, I screamed.

Steve, calm down.

Don’t ever tell a person to calm down.

My dad who was sitting in his chair, got up, and walked towards me. For the first time in a decade he put his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

We love you Steve.

Then help me.

I’m trying the best I can.

I went to sleep that night at 10p.m. and awoke about 4 hours later. I started yelling for my parents who were sleeping in their bedroom. Something in my head told