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SIMPLY BECAUSE


I believe in God, am I not a true believer simply because I don't follow the ancient story of great suffering?

(You have to follow the teachings of Christ in order to get into Heaven, brother.)

The son of God has me as a brother, timid spirit, and I am carrying him up the mountain of writhing snakes and darkness. We're all the sons and daughters of God. Jesus isn't alone with that distinction my friend. It is a slippery slope to imagine it otherwise, at least it is in my belief. I am glad you have your belief, good for you, brother. Good for you. Me? I'm kind of busy being a savior to the savior, he's been on that foul cross for far too many centuries!

(You might be going to Hell, I'm pretty sure you are.)

Where am I right now?

(What do you mean?)

Where are you and I if not where we believe we are?

(Huh?)

I believe I'm in Heaven as we speak and you just told me I was going to Hell which is the absence of God. I'm the one that should be confused.

(I- uh- I- Umm- I-why- what- I- Umm.)

Relax, friend, I love you.

(Silence...)

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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