Top 10 Reasons Why Jesus is Not God

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@Godschild

If you had any idea what you're talking about, you'd know that all of that was assumed in what I was talking about based on content of the subject matter. You obviously don't know how far down the road I had traveled, since your diagnosis is substantially wrong. It merely shows lack of belief and understanding on your part, not mine.

Just getting to the point of giving up your faith in anything besides god to heal you while you're dying and are given two options: faith, or medicine-- is a long path of which you obviously know nothing about. Do you take pills for something? Blood pressure, cholesterol, diabetes? Would you stop taking those today and give your healing up to god? Then DO IT. You trust god, you think you have faith like that of a child? DO IT.
Or are you wishy washy?

Actually, I guarantee you won't and obviously because I'm a caring individual I'd advise you don't. Not only is it ridiculous (pull up the christian afloat at sea who turns away boats saying god will save them joke), but you don't have the faith to do so, because you still have cockiness in you. You're a cocky guy, which makes you proud. You haven't endured the full tearing down of your will and replacement of gods' will, based on the attributes that I've observed in you since I've encountered you on these forums.

Since you require it out of my mouth instead of assuming that since I was raised with believing parents who taught me biblical verse since before I can speak: I was baptised twice. Once at 12 when I gave my entire life up for god and dedicated myself to his will. That night I dedicated myself to what he wanted for me, whatever it was I would be his instrument in this life and hopefully the next. This carried on throughout my childhood; every 'battle' I faced, I turned to him for guidance. I had a shitty ass life, but I was the kind of person that would turn my face up to the sky and thank Jesus for the life I had.
I didn't go to church with my believer parents then do whatever I wanted when I got home, I lived for him and abstained from things that weren't spiritually relevant, in his name. I'd go to work with my mom and spend time with gods' angels, as opposed to playing with friends and getting into trouble. I was the most narrow walking Christian you could imagine. Even when I disowned god I believed in him. I wasn't an atheist. I merely wanted to shove every bit of my hell filled life in his face as being his fault. Everyone has a point at which they break, except for JOB, a fictional character apparently.
The second baptism, after I got deathly ill and turned back to god (apparently that's USING god?! Don't go around saying that at church, I wouldn't advise it) at which time I sought forgiveness for my sins and a renewal of my being in him. In my posts, note that I don't capitalize god. It's for a reason. You know the reason, don't you? Does it hurt your 'spirit' every time I say god without the G? I'm genuinely not being sarcastic here, I am saying this so that you can see that I honestly have thought as you do.
My parents were caring people, and still are. But I made it clear in my post that they did that in the name of god, they raised me in Christian upbringing, and I stated clearly my dad does what he does for god. Obviously I'm not them, I didn't say I was.

I said I so much (and yes I was aware you'd bring [that] point up if you were a talker not a walker and/or a petty asshole) because of viewpoint. I look back on my life and I see what I did alone, without god. That does not mean that my entire life I didn't live every breath in his name, for his glory. Nor should I be required to prove the depth of my devotion to anyone, the least of which being you. Nor did I feel I'd need to if you actually knew the depth of what I was talking about. Obviously, you know not.

As for this gem:

Then when you nearly died and prayed for several years and did not hear from God you gave up on Him. You have been wishy washy with God and you expect Him to jump when you say, it doesn't work that way.

It's unimaginably disillusioning to be lying in a bed that you know you probably won't be leaving unless it's dead-- wondering where my Father is and whether I displeased Him and that's why He isn't there? One day you'll get there, and you'll be equally as unprepared as I was, for that moment. I waited 4 years (1/6 of my lifetime) for an answer, not for him to "jump". I did everything you say I should have done, I was pure in every form I knew how to make myself, in order to receive that message. And no message was there to be found.

As for him pouring his "graces" out upon me and that's why I'm alive: take a long hike, bud. I'm here because of real life, physical things. Like cathedars, and transfusions, and doctors and nurses and my sheer will to live. My strength to wake up and face another 24hrs of torment. My will to overcome the obstacles put in my path. MY will. Note the MY. I did all those things in his name, but that is all. He didn't help me through any of that, he wasn't there patting me on the back while I vomitted nonstop for days. My family was there, I was there. He definitely wasn't. And yet I gave him the glory.


Now what?

What do you have to say about my last post now, since all of that which you've spoken I did and was?