Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Smallest Coffins Are the Heaviest

There are days, I suspect, when God weeps over those deeds that Her/His followers do unto others on this earth in Her/His Name. I cannot understand a Divinity Who might countenance this kind of behavior, ever.


At least I hope those are tears because otherwise the only thing more despicable than followers who would murder in Your name would be You Who has organized a system of belief that leads them to believe this is what You want.

If You are as powerful as they say you are and that You want us to believe You to be, why don't You make them stop the killing in Your name. What kind of God would let this go on?


My boy builds coffins; he makes them all day. But it's not just for work and it isn't for play. He's made one for himself; One for me too. One of these days he'll make one for you. For you, for you, for you.
-bill kenny

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