Monday, March 13, 2006

Dear George,    Isn’t God a gas?  Don’t you just love the chaos and confusion His name invokes?  The blood, the smoldering ruins, and the gore-drenched bazaar are all manifestations of His glory.  How powerfully does the divine hand wield the sword; how willingly does a man infused with the Spirit gut babies as he rapes their mothers. God speaks and the land fills with widows and orphans wandering a ruined landscape.  God commands and the guns roar filling the land with the screams of the dying.    What is it that transforms the God of love and compassion into the demiurge of control, disaster, and slaughter (The three in one)?  The answer is quite simple, George.  All too often, the ego farts and the soul thinks the breath of the Spirit is upon it.  Thus is the God of your faith manifested in all of his secular glory.   Your admirer, Belacqua Jones 9:16:28 PM    comment []

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