“One minute you’re cursing Him, the next minute you’re defending Him?”
“I don’t dare to curse Him!” She screamed, “I cursed you, His filthy whore! I was made beautiful in His presence. I rebelled and He banished me from His presence for all eternity. You were created in His image. You rebel and the Son is sent to pay your debt. And yet, here you are stealing His glory like Lucifer himself.”
“Stealing His glory? I just want my mom to be better. I’m not trying to steal anyone’s glory.”
“When your heart cries for yourself it no longer turns to Him.”
“The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, His name is blessed.” My sister said softly.
I turned to my sister. Tears were dripping from her cheeks. “Mom’s not ours. I don’t want to see her sick anymore. I want her to be better but more than anything I want what God wants for our lives.”
“God wants mom to be sick? To potentially die from cancer?” I yelled.
“I don’t know what God wants!” she yelled, “I’m not God! And neither are you.”
“That’s not good enough. That’s just a weak copout.” I shook my head. “Saying that God doesn’t want mom to be sick and then saying it’s ok that He lets her continue to suffer? What kind of God is that?”
“A just God.” The woman cried. “The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. The God of Israel. The God of all those who call on the name of His Son.” She glared at me. “The same God that created you to be with Him in fellowship but allowed you to have free will so you could choose to turn your back on Him. The same God that despises sin so much that he allowed fire and water to devour thousands upon thousands of people to cleanse the Earth of their filth. The same God that demanded blood to cover the sin so that He could continue to fellowship with you, His filthy wretched whores!”
“Since the beginning of time, mankind has understood the power of deity. Even if it was one created with their own hands. Odin, Zeus, even the Native American spirit gods had more respect than God Himself has today.” She stood up, “That’s his plan. If you want a strategy it’s been the same since the beginning, since the fall. Steal God’s glory! You are your own god and that is why I’m here in this cell. Because you cannot accept that God’s will may not align with yours!”
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