RE: Why are atheists disrespectful?
December 3, 2013 at 12:36 am
(This post was last modified: December 3, 2013 at 12:42 am by Lemonvariable72.)
(December 2, 2013 at 11:05 pm)WashedinChristblood Wrote: Atheist never show respect to Christians they spit on Christ sacrifice and spend their time in hedonistic groups making fun of the holy Scriptures. Jesus did not sacrifice himself so that you could behave like filthy sinners. REPENT or burn. You filthy atheist baby genociders.
..... And this lady's and gentlemen is why we need mental healthcare reform.
(December 3, 2013 at 12:13 am)WashedinChristblood Wrote: No human deserves respect. Everyone is evil. All people do is harm each other. If humans were pure and good like the Lord's creations and were not so hedonistic and cruel we could have a glimpse of God's majesty. However unless we all submit to Christ we deserve nothing but torture worse than our pathetic human minds can comprehend. Humanity is so vile I am amazed God can love us. He is good and loving beyond comprehension to care about us worthless sinners. Please even if you disrespect me accept Christ and gain some meaning to what without him is a vile and meaningless existence.
Hah, and can't even offer proof your god is real with some objective evidence.
So let me get this right, God created us poor, then allowed satan to taint us, then murdered his own son so that if accept him we get to live, hid the evidence of said sacrifice, then hid all objective evidence of his existence, and yet he tortures us forever if we don't believe in him. How is this loving in anyway?
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
