That is right, Woody.
My name is Gendanken.
Not “Gerd.”
I am a female.
Not a male.
I am a wandering gentile, not an atheist.
A good 90% of my history at the forums is me posting and begging for God- everyone here that has run across the name Gendanken knows that I am longing for Christ.
Yet I came to you, Woody, and you could barely spell my name.
You called me an atheist and to my hunger for real bread- the flesh of Jesus himself as atonement- you sprayed me with the leftover crumbs at your banquet instead.
Have you even read your posts to me or just slept your way through them?
Know what hurts the most?
That god willed it.
If you agree with that Idiot Mephura that god had planned you all out from the beginning- every action, every thought, deed, and need, from the very beginning- then you shutting the door on my face was also his doing.
Or wasn’t it?
And all because you don’t fucking like me.
If choirboy Mephura is to be believed, like you do, that its all been planned then this is because God does not like me as there is no “you” I can blame for it.
Or is there?
Now, I want you to consider something here Woody.
It’s a little something particular to science called an observational consequence.
It’s the same thing that happened when Pascal decided to verify a statement someone or other made about the atmosphere being like an ocean sitting on top of us so that the higher you go, the ‘lighter’ the atmosphere should be. A statement was made to Pascal, and this statement was used to decide whether or not other statements concerning it were true based on observation.
You’ve just shown that lovers of Christ, however civil, are averse to those like myself.
Lovers of Christ are averse to Gendanken.
Gendanken loves Christ.
Therefore, Gendanken is averse to herself.
Therefore, Gendanken dislikes herself.
THIS, my Christian friend Woody, is an observational consequence and some proof- not all- of why I hate myself.
Beucase if I believe that god wills you, then god IS you, and you not liking me and thereby throwing me out of or limiting your counsel is god purging me from his kingdom.
God, therefore, LIES.
It does not matter that you’ve apologized now, the deed is done, my sweets, and god has pre-ordanined it.
I quote from the holy scriptures:
LIAR.
YOU LIAR.
GOD LIES
Do you even know why I have not posted since Friday? I’ve been depressed, Woody.
This will lay on your head tonight, Woody.
You and your brothers are the very rock upon which my self-hate is founded.
Me and Water, two orphans crying out for their Father, came to your inn one day and begged for an opening.
Never mind that one of them contradicts herself dearly, saying with one hand that we should not ask men to show God to us and with the other denouncing you, a man, for not showing her.
No, we will not consider this in our pilgrimage. Only that you have blood on your hands, Woody, for shutting that inn door on strangers.
I’ve been a mess since Friday.
Remember always that three angles came to Abraham in the guise of filthy strangers and he opened his camp to them. Abraham too was an infallible man.
So don’t give me cant about being just a “mere mortal” or "infallible" or "imperfect".
YOU turned me away.
Yours in disillusionment,
Gendanken
My name is Gendanken.
Not “Gerd.”
I am a female.
Not a male.
I am a wandering gentile, not an atheist.
A good 90% of my history at the forums is me posting and begging for God- everyone here that has run across the name Gendanken knows that I am longing for Christ.
Yet I came to you, Woody, and you could barely spell my name.
You called me an atheist and to my hunger for real bread- the flesh of Jesus himself as atonement- you sprayed me with the leftover crumbs at your banquet instead.
Have you even read your posts to me or just slept your way through them?
Know what hurts the most?
That god willed it.
If you agree with that Idiot Mephura that god had planned you all out from the beginning- every action, every thought, deed, and need, from the very beginning- then you shutting the door on my face was also his doing.
Or wasn’t it?
And all because you don’t fucking like me.
If choirboy Mephura is to be believed, like you do, that its all been planned then this is because God does not like me as there is no “you” I can blame for it.
Or is there?
Now, I want you to consider something here Woody.
It’s a little something particular to science called an observational consequence.
It’s the same thing that happened when Pascal decided to verify a statement someone or other made about the atmosphere being like an ocean sitting on top of us so that the higher you go, the ‘lighter’ the atmosphere should be. A statement was made to Pascal, and this statement was used to decide whether or not other statements concerning it were true based on observation.
You’ve just shown that lovers of Christ, however civil, are averse to those like myself.
Lovers of Christ are averse to Gendanken.
Gendanken loves Christ.
Therefore, Gendanken is averse to herself.
Therefore, Gendanken dislikes herself.
THIS, my Christian friend Woody, is an observational consequence and some proof- not all- of why I hate myself.
Beucase if I believe that god wills you, then god IS you, and you not liking me and thereby throwing me out of or limiting your counsel is god purging me from his kingdom.
God, therefore, LIES.
It does not matter that you’ve apologized now, the deed is done, my sweets, and god has pre-ordanined it.
I quote from the holy scriptures:
-Luke 11:10For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened
LIAR.
YOU LIAR.
GOD LIES
Do you even know why I have not posted since Friday? I’ve been depressed, Woody.
This will lay on your head tonight, Woody.
You and your brothers are the very rock upon which my self-hate is founded.
Me and Water, two orphans crying out for their Father, came to your inn one day and begged for an opening.
Never mind that one of them contradicts herself dearly, saying with one hand that we should not ask men to show God to us and with the other denouncing you, a man, for not showing her.
No, we will not consider this in our pilgrimage. Only that you have blood on your hands, Woody, for shutting that inn door on strangers.
I’ve been a mess since Friday.
Remember always that three angles came to Abraham in the guise of filthy strangers and he opened his camp to them. Abraham too was an infallible man.
So don’t give me cant about being just a “mere mortal” or "infallible" or "imperfect".
YOU turned me away.
Yours in disillusionment,
Gendanken
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