A LIGHTER PIECE ON JUDGING WHAT PLAYS GOD
I hope both God and the person reading this do not for once think I’m out to defend God/him. Take the THE out of the ODICY.
LMAO!
There’s a tiny buka I go to eat lunch everyday with my colleagues. Cozy and clean place with tasty affordable dishes. I mean I can totally try out new dishes without thinking my brain cells to death over the scare of salmonella.
Last week, some guys were arguing the religion argument.
A little sidepiece, one thing I’ve learnt along with my increased hatred for humanity and growing general disinterest is
NEVER TO ENGAGE IN RELIGIOUS DEBATES!
So there were three sides, and I was among the least active side. I kept swallowing balls of eba and laughing the conniving laughter with the dissident side. The side against tithing, giving money to the church, and constantly disapproving the legitimacy of miracles.
I wished they had gone all out though. Like dragged the entire Christendom to their version of hell and back.
Another side piece, it greatly amuses me when people attack religion. The bulk of my amusement gets of on their very late realising of how things really are.
Shares the same compound fence with “I told you so”.
Anyway, the other side wasn’t easy to crush either. They kept stressing on the need to pay tithes in order to avoid making things tight.
Horrible lyricists the lot! But i didn’t say it out loud cos they laugh at my jokes sometimes.
Thus started the thought that maybe I and others like me are maybe subjecting God to 21st century human rights advocacy levels.
Like I call him partial and wicked for doing what he pleases and choosing one nation over the rest. I call him petty for giving us freedom and yet reminding us of his jealous streak all in one paragraph like you’re supposed to do whatever you want with that. But really, does he even care about what we think of him?
Shouldn’t it be the other way round?
Gelato over dodo.
Our readiness to cancel everything that does not agree with our wokist “live and let live” ideologies. Look how extremely comfortable we’ve gotten with tossing the “terf” slur from side to side.
Still amused, I think like an Igbo man who gets his fair share of submission from the oriaku he kept at home,he really doesn’t care.
Maybe a little more care would land us all in something more damning than the pit of hell.
Don’t push it.
But really…
Isn’t he a narcissistic personality that likes to play fetch with everyone. Like see what he did to those kids that laughed at a prophet.
Pure meanness on gangster shit.
Still premium entertainment I’d pick over Rupaul’s drag race.
Give us blood and bitchiness!
And I have no Roman blood in me.
