There is only one God.

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>Spaghetti monster
>God
While it could be possible that God might wish to appear as such at some time, I don't see the relevance. Please try again.

Busy talking to Ktan about LGBT, Noelle. You're welcome.

>talking to ktan

I don't know if I should call technically being born dead love.
I wouldn't call all the "nice" people I've met in my life an expression of love.
I certainly wouldn't call myself getting hit by a truck love.
I wouldn't call myself being graced with asbestos damaged lungs any sort of love.
Nor would I call a simple flu turning into an advanced respitory infection and dumping me into a coma a form of love.

However, if all of these things do count as "love," then I suppose my father punching my mother upside the head and breaking her jaw in front of me at three years old could be called love too.

Hmm, nope, not feeling the love tonight god. Definitely not feeling it. I guess god's just going to have to sleep on the couch tonight again since I don't want none of what he can give, if anything.

You do realize you pretty much ignored any good in your life and just said that because there's bad God sucks?

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:23:34 PM

I don't know if I should call technically being born dead love.
I wouldn't call all the "nice" people I've met in my life an expression of love.
I certainly wouldn't call myself getting hit by a truck love.
I wouldn't call myself being graced with asbestos damaged lungs any sort of love.
Nor would I call a simple flu turning into an advanced respitory infection and dumping me into a coma a form of love.

However, if all of these things do count as "love," then I suppose my father punching my mother upside the head and breaking her jaw in front of me at three years old could be called love too.

Hmm, nope, not feeling the love tonight god. Definitely not feeling it. I guess god's just going to have to sleep on the couch tonight again since I don't want none of what he can give, if anything.

You do realize you pretty much ignored any good in your life and just said that because there's bad God sucks?

I had to carve out what little good my life has consisted of by myself. 19 years. For 19 years, my life was misery. Pain, suffering, and bullshit. Out of those 19 years, very, very few pictures of happiness come to mind. I can count them on one single hand.

I didn't ignore the good. I'm just pointing out the obvious here. 19 years of a bad life vs 2, coming up on 3 years of a life I fought and earned by myself, with no one to do it but me. If there is a so called "God" as the bible would define him, then he's a sack of old sacks.

Quote from: Assassin 11D7 on October 27, 2014, 11:27:13 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:23:34 PM

I don't know if I should call technically being born dead love.
I wouldn't call all the "nice" people I've met in my life an expression of love.
I certainly wouldn't call myself getting hit by a truck love.
I wouldn't call myself being graced with asbestos damaged lungs any sort of love.
Nor would I call a simple flu turning into an advanced respitory infection and dumping me into a coma a form of love.

However, if all of these things do count as "love," then I suppose my father punching my mother upside the head and breaking her jaw in front of me at three years old could be called love too.

Hmm, nope, not feeling the love tonight god. Definitely not feeling it. I guess god's just going to have to sleep on the couch tonight again since I don't want none of what he can give, if anything.

You do realize you pretty much ignored any good in your life and just said that because there's bad God sucks?

I had to carve out what little good my life has consisted of by myself. 19 years. For 19 years, my life was misery. Pain, suffering, and bullshit. Out of those 19 years, very, very few pictures of happiness come to mind. I can count them on one single hand.

I didn't ignore the good. I'm just pointing out the obvious here. 19 years of a bad life vs 2, coming up on 3 years of a life I fought and earned by myself, with no one to do it but me. If there is a so called "God" as the bible would define him, then he's a sack of old sacks.

Not wanting to start a debate, but do you think it possible that because of humanity's free will, PEOPLE made your circumstances the way they were? Not God?

 I mean I can blame God all day, but is it really His fault? Why do my circumstances dictate God's attitude towards me?

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:32:51 PM

Quote from: Assassin 11D7 on October 27, 2014, 11:27:13 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:23:34 PM

I don't know if I should call technically being born dead love.
I wouldn't call all the "nice" people I've met in my life an expression of love.
I certainly wouldn't call myself getting hit by a truck love.
I wouldn't call myself being graced with asbestos damaged lungs any sort of love.
Nor would I call a simple flu turning into an advanced respitory infection and dumping me into a coma a form of love.

However, if all of these things do count as "love," then I suppose my father punching my mother upside the head and breaking her jaw in front of me at three years old could be called love too.

Hmm, nope, not feeling the love tonight god. Definitely not feeling it. I guess god's just going to have to sleep on the couch tonight again since I don't want none of what he can give, if anything.

You do realize you pretty much ignored any good in your life and just said that because there's bad God sucks?

I had to carve out what little good my life has consisted of by myself. 19 years. For 19 years, my life was misery. Pain, suffering, and bullshit. Out of those 19 years, very, very few pictures of happiness come to mind. I can count them on one single hand.

I didn't ignore the good. I'm just pointing out the obvious here. 19 years of a bad life vs 2, coming up on 3 years of a life I fought and earned by myself, with no one to do it but me. If there is a so called "God" as the bible would define him, then he's a sack of old sacks.

Not wanting to start a debate, but do you think it possible that because of humanity's free will, PEOPLE made your circumstances the way they were? Not God?

 I mean I can blame God all day, but is it really His fault? Why do my circumstances dictate God's attitude towards me?

Sure thing boss. I was born dead on arrival with a non functioning heart. My mother just up and decided, "Hey, fuck this kid. He doesn't get a working heart."

How about that asbestos damage of mine? Somebody just up and decided to fuck me over by giving me a faulty mask. Sure thing bud.

How about that respitory infection? Obviously, somebody came into my shop one day, and decide to cough all over me because they hated me so much. And then, later on a week later, somebody decided that I deserved poison food, which ultimately led up to my respitory infection.

How about no.

God, as some little old book would have us believe, does not exist. People, as you say, exist as a product of those before them. Therefore, I hate none of them. Becuase I understand that that's who they are, and they can't change that, just like I can't change being born with a faulty heart.

No, no, if there is any sort of god, it is the universe around us. An intricate clockwork. It does not hate, pick and choose favorites, and it does not love. It simply is the sum product of everything in existence. It, to put things simply, simply is.

Quote from: Rocketman287 on October 27, 2014, 11:36:47 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:32:51 PM

Quote from: Assassin 11D7 on October 27, 2014, 11:27:13 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:23:34 PM

I don't know if I should call technically being born dead love.
I wouldn't call all the "nice" people I've met in my life an expression of love.
I certainly wouldn't call myself getting hit by a truck love.
I wouldn't call myself being graced with asbestos damaged lungs any sort of love.
Nor would I call a simple flu turning into an advanced respitory infection and dumping me into a coma a form of love.

However, if all of these things do count as "love," then I suppose my father punching my mother upside the head and breaking her jaw in front of me at three years old could be called love too.

Hmm, nope, not feeling the love tonight god. Definitely not feeling it. I guess god's just going to have to sleep on the couch tonight again since I don't want none of what he can give, if anything.

You do realize you pretty much ignored any good in your life and just said that because there's bad God sucks?

I had to carve out what little good my life has consisted of by myself. 19 years. For 19 years, my life was misery. Pain, suffering, and bullshit. Out of those 19 years, very, very few pictures of happiness come to mind. I can count them on one single hand.

I didn't ignore the good. I'm just pointing out the obvious here. 19 years of a bad life vs 2, coming up on 3 years of a life I fought and earned by myself, with no one to do it but me. If there is a so called "God" as the bible would define him, then he's a sack of old sacks.

Not wanting to start a debate, but do you think it possible that because of humanity's free will, PEOPLE made your circumstances the way they were? Not God?

 I mean I can blame God all day, but is it really His fault? Why do my circumstances dictate God's attitude towards me?

Sure thing boss. I was born dead on arrival with a non functioning heart. My mother just up and decided, "Hey, fuck this kid. He doesn't get a working heart."

How about that asbestos damage of mine? Somebody just up and decided to fuck me over by giving me a faulty mask. Sure thing bud.

How about that respitory infection? Obviously, somebody came into my shop one day, and decide to cough all over me because they hated me so much. And then, later on a week later, somebody decided that I deserved poison food, which ultimately led up to my respitory infection.

How about no.

God, as some little old book would have us believe, does not exist. People, as you say, exist as a product of those before them. Therefore, I hate none of them. Becuase I understand that that's who they are, and they can't change that, just like I can't change being born with a faulty heart.

No, no, if there is any sort of god, it is the universe around us. An intricate clockwork. It does not hate, pick and choose favorites, and it does not love. It simply is the sum product of everything in existence. It, to put things simply, simply is.

Behold the Universe...incredibly complex yet so wonderfully simple.

Quote from: Rocketman287 on October 27, 2014, 11:36:47 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:32:51 PM

Quote from: Assassin 11D7 on October 27, 2014, 11:27:13 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:23:34 PM

I don't know if I should call technically being born dead love.
I wouldn't call all the "nice" people I've met in my life an expression of love.
I certainly wouldn't call myself getting hit by a truck love.
I wouldn't call myself being graced with asbestos damaged lungs any sort of love.
Nor would I call a simple flu turning into an advanced respitory infection and dumping me into a coma a form of love.

However, if all of these things do count as "love," then I suppose my father punching my mother upside the head and breaking her jaw in front of me at three years old could be called love too.

Hmm, nope, not feeling the love tonight god. Definitely not feeling it. I guess god's just going to have to sleep on the couch tonight again since I don't want none of what he can give, if anything.

You do realize you pretty much ignored any good in your life and just said that because there's bad God sucks?

I had to carve out what little good my life has consisted of by myself. 19 years. For 19 years, my life was misery. Pain, suffering, and bullshit. Out of those 19 years, very, very few pictures of happiness come to mind. I can count them on one single hand.

I didn't ignore the good. I'm just pointing out the obvious here. 19 years of a bad life vs 2, coming up on 3 years of a life I fought and earned by myself, with no one to do it but me. If there is a so called "God" as the bible would define him, then he's a sack of old sacks.

Not wanting to start a debate, but do you think it possible that because of humanity's free will, PEOPLE made your circumstances the way they were? Not God?

 I mean I can blame God all day, but is it really His fault? Why do my circumstances dictate God's attitude towards me?

Sure thing boss. I was born dead on arrival with a non functioning heart. My mother just up and decided, "Hey, fuck this kid. He doesn't get a working heart."

How about that asbestos damage of mine? Somebody just up and decided to fuck me over by giving me a faulty mask. Sure thing bud.

How about that respitory infection? Obviously, somebody came into my shop one day, and decide to cough all over me because they hated me so much. And then, later on a week later, somebody decided that I deserved poison food, which ultimately led up to my respitory infection.

How about no.

God, as some little old book would have us believe, does not exist. People, as you say, exist as a product of those before them. Therefore, I hate none of them. Becuase I understand that that's who they are, and they can't change that, just like I can't change being born with a faulty heart.

No, no, if there is any sort of god, it is the universe around us. An intricate clockwork. It does not hate, pick and choose favorites, and it does not love. It simply is the sum product of everything in existence. It, to put things simply, simply is.

I had a jacked up heart during birth. I didn't mean people did every little thing to you, but some hardships in life are purely caused by people.

As for all the other stuff? Stuff you cant explain with people's decisions? Those are things God allowed to happen. Why?
Because 1 Corinthians 10:13 says God knows what we can endure. And sags He won't allow us to be tempted beyond what we can bare.

Do we encounter things that are simply too much? Yes. Because you aren't meant to do it alone. Relying on God is when you won't be crushed under the weight, because you have one who is limitless on your side.

But that is just what I get from the Bible. Its your life, I'm not here to change you. I've presented the Gospel to you, my part is done.

Quote from: Korra on October 27, 2014, 11:44:00 PM

That opinion slashed through the space-time continuum.

Lol

He loves me so much he got me a free neck beard razor and a bunch of good pick up lines.

Quote from: Sly Instinct on October 28, 2014, 12:01:42 AM

He loves me so much he got me a free neck beard razor and a bunch of good pick up lines.

That's the spirit.

Nobody is beyond saving. Even neck beards XD

Favorite Band.

Quote from: Rocketman287 on October 27, 2014, 11:55:15 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:45:50 PM

Quote from: Rocketman287 on October 27, 2014, 11:36:47 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:32:51 PM

Quote from: Assassin 11D7 on October 27, 2014, 11:27:13 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 27, 2014, 11:23:34 PM

I don't know if I should call technically being born dead love.
I wouldn't call all the "nice" people I've met in my life an expression of love.
I certainly wouldn't call myself getting hit by a truck love.
I wouldn't call myself being graced with asbestos damaged lungs any sort of love.
Nor would I call a simple flu turning into an advanced respitory infection and dumping me into a coma a form of love.

However, if all of these things do count as "love," then I suppose my father punching my mother upside the head and breaking her jaw in front of me at three years old could be called love too.

Hmm, nope, not feeling the love tonight god. Definitely not feeling it. I guess god's just going to have to sleep on the couch tonight again since I don't want none of what he can give, if anything.

You do realize you pretty much ignored any good in your life and just said that because there's bad God sucks?

I had to carve out what little good my life has consisted of by myself. 19 years. For 19 years, my life was misery. Pain, suffering, and bullshit. Out of those 19 years, very, very few pictures of happiness come to mind. I can count them on one single hand.

I didn't ignore the good. I'm just pointing out the obvious here. 19 years of a bad life vs 2, coming up on 3 years of a life I fought and earned by myself, with no one to do it but me. If there is a so called "God" as the bible would define him, then he's a sack of old sacks.

Not wanting to start a debate, but do you think it possible that because of humanity's free will, PEOPLE made your circumstances the way they were? Not God?

 I mean I can blame God all day, but is it really His fault? Why do my circumstances dictate God's attitude towards me?

Sure thing boss. I was born dead on arrival with a non functioning heart. My mother just up and decided, "Hey, fuck this kid. He doesn't get a working heart."

How about that asbestos damage of mine? Somebody just up and decided to fuck me over by giving me a faulty mask. Sure thing bud.

How about that respitory infection? Obviously, somebody came into my shop one day, and decide to cough all over me because they hated me so much. And then, later on a week later, somebody decided that I deserved poison food, which ultimately led up to my respitory infection.

How about no.

God, as some little old book would have us believe, does not exist. People, as you say, exist as a product of those before them. Therefore, I hate none of them. Becuase I understand that that's who they are, and they can't change that, just like I can't change being born with a faulty heart.

No, no, if there is any sort of god, it is the universe around us. An intricate clockwork. It does not hate, pick and choose favorites, and it does not love. It simply is the sum product of everything in existence. It, to put things simply, simply is.

I had a jacked up heart during birth. I didn't mean people did every little thing to you, but some hardships in life are purely caused by people.

As for all the other stuff? Stuff you cant explain with people's decisions? Those are things God allowed to happen. Why?
Because 1 Corinthians 10:13 says God knows what we can endure. And sags He won't allow us to be tempted beyond what we can bare.

Do we encounter things that are simply too much? Yes. Because you aren't meant to do it alone. Relying on God is when you won't be crushed under the weight, because you have one who is limitless on your side.

But that is just what I get from the Bible. Its your life, I'm not here to change you. I've presented the Gospel to you, my part is done.

Then I suppose I'm going to hell because there isn't a snowballs chance I'd ever rely on such a thing. So, because of this and God's wonderful love, I'm going to hell now.

And you know what? I can take that heat. Because I could use a vacation from all the long winters up here. Satan better pack some nice sunshine and fire down there, because I'm going to have myself buried in sandals and beach shorts just for him.

The relevancy is astronomical!

Two guys from Toronto die and wake up in hell. The devil stops in to check on them and sees them dressed in parkas, mittens and toques warming themselves around the fire.

The devil asks, "Isn't it hot enough for you?"

They reply, "'Well, we're from Canada, the land of snow and ice and cold. We're just happy for a chance to warm up a little bit eh".

The devil decides they aren't miserable enough and turns up the heat. The next morning, there they are, still in parkas, toques and mittens.

The devil asks again, "It's awfully hot down here, can't you guys feel it?"

Again they reply, "Well, like we told ya, we're from Canada, land of ice and snow, and we're just happy for a chance to warm up a little, eh."

This gets the devil steamed up. He cranks the heat up as high as it will go. People are wailing and screaming. He finds the two Canadians in light jackets, grilling sausages and drinking beer.

The devil is astonished. "Everyone down here is in misery, and you two seem to be enjoying yourselves."

The two Canadians reply, "We don't get much warm weather in Toronto. We've just got to have a cook-out when the weather is THIS nice."

The devil is furious, and decides to turn all the heat off in hell. The next morning, icicles are everywhere, people are unable to do anything but wail, moan and gnash their teeth.

The devil smiles. He finds the two Canadians back in their parkas, toques and mittens. But now they are jumping up and down, cheering, yelling and screaming like mad men!

The devil is dumbfounded. "When I turn up the heat you're happy. Now it's freezing and you're still happy. What is wrong with you two?"

The two guys from Toronto look at the devil in surprise, "Don't you know? If Hell freezes over, it must mean the Leafs have won the Stanley Cup!!

Not much because I was born into a jackass family.