Some people - I learned - are greatly offended if you just mention God. If these people do not believe in God - that He does not exist and is basicaly something made up like Santa Claus, Superman, or werewolves - than why the fear of something imaginary? I know the answer.
Some people - I learned - are greatly offended if you just mention God. ... th[e]n why the fear of something imaginary? I know the answer.
I'm guessing, "The Adversary". I htink for many people the choice they present to themselves is (a)I can acknowledge that this nagging sense of guilt might be here because I truly AM guilty, and I need to change my life, and mayube even think about this God 'n Jesus stuff, or (b) I can yell, interiorly, that that's all primitive superstition and judgmentalism and keep on hoping that the next romp in the hay or the next job or the next car or the next whatever will scratch the unscratchavle itch and heal the always suppurating sore in my heart. And the latter is less work in t he short term, so it wins, but the persistent itch and ooze is harder to ignore when people like you remind them that there just might be something of value in all the Jesus stuff -- something worth ripping your life out by the roots and transplanting it for ....
Just guessing here ....
You are soooo right. Jesus IS the rock of offense. Your spirit and hers were at war, it had nothing to do with you OR her actually, but the powers and principalities at work in her. She’s not even aware of that.