Good morning! Thx!
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God is NOT dead! He is very much alive and in control, unlike His creation, His people cavorting and sinning here on this mortal coil.
Sly Dog Teachers | Doug Wilson
Progressives Death Cult
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8AywaW3Fd-g&pp=ygUcc2x5IGRvZyB0ZWFjaGVycyBkb3VnIHdpbHNvbg%3D%3D
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Soon, the atom bombs will start landing. Mushroom clouds destined for Washington DC and New York City.
What will the depraved homosexuals do about gay rights then? Oh the agony! Death, devastation and annihilation the world over.
It’s going to be glorious.
I hear Africa is lovely this time of year. GTFO. Problem solved, for everyone.
At least the author properly quotes a portion of Nietzsche’s parable of the madman. But more context is needed. Nietzsche was not himself saying that God is dead, only that a people who had come to embrace scientism as their religion could only see God as a joke. His parable was prophetic. Yes, Nietzsche was an atheist, but not one of the lowbrow types that troll religious people and detest the idea of morality. He considered religion a human need and despaired at what the world would become after people abandoned their faith.
“THE MADMAN——Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!”-—As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated?-—Thus they yelled and laughed
The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. “Whither is God?” he cried; “I will tell you. We have killed him-—you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him….”
This will wake me up
Something evil this way comes...