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Apr 2015
You know what's hard to grasp?
The thought that there might be a man up there trying to stop a man downstairs from dragging me into the basement.
You see what I meant is that its hard to grasp the idea of a deity parting the clouds so there can be light for me.
Am I wrong to deny that a book is evidence?
When its been around since before my grandfather's great grandmother was even a thought?
Its a little hard to grasp
That this man would create beautiful people and destroy them with just one emotion.
"God loves you"
If I am supposed to take what I hear and form my life around this God I'd rather be taken by the man downstairs or maybe I just don't hate myself enough.
I'm supposed to see what Christians see the only problem is my vision isn't like a CAT scan covered in mud.
This Jesus bled the blood of our sins but once again I just can't grasp that.
So God gave his son for the world but when has he forsaken himself
That question can't be asked because the preacher will push it to the back of the shelf with "He died for us"
We can't help ourselves because that's Gods plan
Or at least that's what we say when we can't do anything.
Personally I hope there is a God so that when I die I can personally tell him
Man you're doing a ****** job.
The Lonely Bear
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     Lior Gavra and AFJ
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