nim is boils down to this to me: your god supposedly made some sacrifice, of his child. Yeah? There is not a parent alive here who wouldn't go first, so that makes us less than, not able to understand because He is God. Yeah? Well, he said we were all god, too, made in his image. Okay. Let's put that aside for a minute, we were so bad he made that sacrifice.
Yeah?
Well he got him back after 3 days.
Really? Do you know what people who have lost their child would do to get them back? Oh, but they are not god, I guess, not the same. Sounds like Tories to me. One rule for you, one for me.
I read this book I read one time put it best. It is called 'The Yellow on the Broom', a memoir of a woman who was born to a Scottish travelling family in about 1919.
Her mother had lost her only two sons, to pneumonia from whopping cough, among other children.
One day the 'Hallelujah hantle', missionaries, came to their camp.
They asked if she could read. She said no, the lass does, but answer me this, what is this about Abraham asked to sacrifice his son? I'm just an ignorant gan' aboot (going about) body, but even I would ken (know) the depths of someone's love for me without dreaming to ask such a thing. If that's your god you can keep him,' and then she dismissed them by saying she needed to get on with supper.
But really, really?
Either you intervene or you don't. Either you are all-powerful or you aren't.
Proclaiming you know people, to their core, you created them, and that you love them, but expecting them to deal with everything that is pure shit is abuse, not love.