Well it use to be a yes but its a no know
When I was younger I when to church every sunday...with my freinds..but know I don't realy care..I don't bealive in him realy bit I'm not shure..
...So I'm not realy a church person anymore..
Well it use to be a yes but its a no know
When I was younger I when to church every sunday...with my freinds..but know I don't realy care..I don't bealive in him realy bit I'm not shure..
...So I'm not realy a church person anymore..
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time your wasting just your do to better anything have you don't this reading you r why <-- read backwards,
DO NOT HURT MY PET LEMON lemons have feelings to you know !!
I always found this interesting how people have a picture in their head of a man with a white beard. It could be a woman or nothing at all. It could be a voice, just a higher entity with no physical form. It could anything at all. I don't think it's right to think the "God" is a man. People's imaginations are really limited sometimes.Originally Posted by final fantacy_tifa
My things:
The concept of God originated in a time when men were treated as superiors in society, so it's not suprising that the original concept was of a man. That view has probably remained just because of the whole FATHER, SON, and Holy spirit thing. Nobody knows what a divine entity would really be like, so at the time it was just a best guess I suppose.
For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul. Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming. Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies. Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be. Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger. Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.
Yeah, I know. If you think about it though, women have only just started being treated fairly and equally and there is still some sexism out there even today. It's like I think that people should think God is a woman or anything but I'm trying to get the point across that people still think that way. It's the same with what Heaven and Hell looks like and what Demons and Angels look like as well. Because of picture we see and the things we are told, when we hear Angel, we think a human with white wings and demons are red, vile looking creatures.
I've also noticed that Tifa didn't mention that she was talking about God which was my mistake. She might have been talking about Jesus but my point still stands.
My things:
People aren't very imaginitive. The ideas that led to those images of angels and demons came along long before Christianity did.
For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul. Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming. Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies. Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be. Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger. Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.
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