I’VE JUST BLITZED THIS
—(courtesy of the Ark) and it again makes me think—
- what the hell does it matter?
- Does it matter?
- How so?
To which I must add my amazement that some devout atheists, agnostics, and other Godless scumbags keep endlessly picking nits in The Good Book—being a total waste of:
I MEAN, REALLY …
So what if herds of men of their time believed in talking snakes, floods deep enough to cover the entire world* (and in so doing drown not only every heathen but every innocent animal, bird, crocodile, carrot, banana, horrible little hairy thing with poison fangs … all over the entire planet). “God is good” … yeah, sure …
… and getting back to topic:
WHY DO SO MANY GOOD MINDS
waste their time and energy trying to demolish the (bullet-proof) ‘Good’ Book?
WHY NOT JUST CUT TO THE CHASE
and highlight the contradictions? If necessary endlessly until even the dimmest are left in no doubt. (Especially about God’s “infinite Love & Compassion & Mercy” — let theory confront practise head-on, and see which emerges as truth.
THE GOOD BOOKs
smack headlong into “practise what you preach” and there we have it.
Let me illustrate:
MORE THAN SIXTY YEARS AGO
in the NZ Army base of Waiouru a newborn but deceased baby was buried in unconsecrated ground. The Catholic padre refused admission to his cemetery because that child hadn’t been baptised (Christified).
Padre opened a few eyes with that decision. Which happened close to the time one Christmas Eve when God sent a lahar raging down the river, timed exactly right to wipe out a train crossing a bridge … God collected that night** —
GOD BLESS US EVERYONE!
Glug glug gurgle gasp …
Yup. No contradictions there either. The omni-compassionate ultimate loving Lord knew what He was doing that night, hell, he’d known for the last 14 billion years …
* That would be roughly five miles (plus) deep. Everywhere …
** Over a hundred souls, from memory—