“If someone held a gun up to me and asked if Ibelieved in God, I would say yes to pull the trigger.”
Um, who said anythying about pulling tje trigger? You need to flesh out your persecution fantasy.
Do you mean, those nasty murdering atheists going door and shooting martyrs? You’d like that too much.
We’re more likely to rip your mixed-fabric coverings off and point out your sins.
“I know He's real.”
Just not that you can show this in any way….
“I know He's there.”
Is he in the room with us right now?
“God's my only hope.”
But he never picks up the check…
“He's my lifeline”
That’s pretty sad, really.
“He's my comforter.”
I have a blanket. Works pretty well.
“He's my creator. He's my...oh, here I go crying again.”
Buckle up, buttercup.
“I'm crying for you”
No, sweetie, you’re crying for yourself. You’ve convinced yourself you should be sad for me, but it’s not your place to judge me. Leave my fate up to your god if he ever shows up.
“I can't believe that you've been so deceived”
Right back atcha.
“Oh, I'm so so sorry. I can't believe that someone could be so deceived.”
And your omnipotent god of infinite mercy just lets me go on to my fate, huh.
