IsaacNewton
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I find it hard to believe in a supposedly loving God who would create imperfect beings and then punish them eternally for being imperfect.
The reason it is so hard to believe is because nothing could be farther than the truth.
Hell was created for fallen angels, not humans. And then to make sure that humans didn't end up there, God became man, suffered and died to take away anything that might send you to hell, then offered it to us as a gift of his love. What more do you require?
'died'. 'God' knew ahead of time he would resurrect Jesus and he wouldn't be dead at all. Not quite a real sacrifice is it? Yet he seems quite content with watching 6 million men women and children herded into gas chambers to die horrible real deaths.
There is just too much that no thinking person could square up. If 'god', any 'god', is all knowing then he/she knows before you are created whether you will go to hell or not. He already knows who is going to hell, and he creates them anyway.
'da fuq?
Well, for starters, let some one beat you nearly to death and then nail you to a tree for something that someone else did, and let me know if that attitude changes.
But you overlooked the most important part. He hung on that cross for 3 hours while man judged Him. The next three hours of judgment were at the hand of God. When He was done even the Roman officers realized that they had just killed the Son of God.
God, the Judge,carried out the sentence that was due us . It is what Christ volunteered to do and what stopped Satan from waltzing off with our souls. Justice was served. That allowed our Father to go back to his role as forgiving Father that loves us in spite of ourselves.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.