Is Denying God Unforgivable Novels & Stories

His breakdown was now not just a scandal, but a sermon illustration, a cautionary tale from the pulpit. The loss was profound in a way that he did not anticipate. He could deny Victor. He could, somehow, sympathize with Melissa's pain. But how do you deny a condemnation in the name of God? How do you argue with a verdict that speaks not only temporal, but eternal, jurisdiction?

Perhaps they were too scared to voice their opinions against their superiors. David saw innocent little pups peeking from behind their mothers, their little eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. David sighed. He can’t. He can’t hurt them. Those little souls were innocent. They certainly didn’t deserve to be punished. “I don’t believe that punishing the reminder of this pack is worth it. Those little innocent children don’t deserve to be punished for anything. They didn’t do anything. I don’t want to hold any grudges against this pack. You are free to go.” He announced and bit his lips.

Gabriel asked, now rubbing his shoulders, without wincing or fear, no judgment. “I’m a sinner.” The man replied. “Aren’t all humans?” Gabriel responded quickly, confused. The man shook his head. “Apparently loving on another person of the same sex is considered an abomination to God.” The man sniffed. “I thought he loved us all, right. If he can forgive a man for slaughtering his family what crime have I committed by loving another man? I don’t understand. Why doesn’t God love me?”

"Yes, apparently rumor has it. He wants to permanently buy you off from his father." There goes my life. "What's the matter?" "Nothing.. I just don't like being deceitful, I can't keep this up for the rest of my life like you have. I just always thought.. I had a better purpose.. this is all just a cycle." I paused for a bit. "Do you think God will ever forgive us for this infidelity?" "If God exists.. my question is why would he give us a life like this?" "Mother, please here you go again with your negative thoughts!"

“Not him.” “Do you know him? Do you know your tribe?” “Our God is a forgiving god. He listens to us.” “Your God is a forgetful god. He doesn't listen to you. Where is he now? Can you see Him?” “Your sarcasm is forgiven.” “I'm just stating the obvious.” “You can have this key if you will promise me to spare the life of Fr. Paul Sebastiano.” “Is that your ultimate wish right now? Don't you want me to spare yours instead of that Catholic priest?”

She shook her head slowly, her voice carrying the warmth of unshaken faith. “Can a mother forget her suckling child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? She may forget… yet I will not forget thee, saith the Lord.” His gaze flickered, as though something within him wished to hope, but dared not yet. “And if I have disobeyed,” he whispered, “to a depth where forgiveness no longer reaches?” She did not flinch. “All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men, whether against the Father or the Son. But the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven.”

He actually shit himself. "Please have mercy," he begged. God may forgive you if he so chooses to, he is all forgiving after all. But the difference between me and God is that I don't think people like you deserve forgiveness. People who know the truth but would rather lie, people who should protect but would maim, people who should be pillars of society but would sell out others for their own gain, you are what is wrong with this nation!" I once again pulled the trigger, and the pastor fell to the ground, on his way to his God to be judged.

Then he burst into loud, ugly sobs. "What do I do? Sarah doesn't want me anymore! Go apologize to her! Both of you!" Margaret was caught between fury and heartbreak. She looked at her son with a mix of love and frustration. "She just treated you like that, and you're still begging for her? What is wrong with you? It's like you're possessed!" Lucas wouldn't listen to a word. He scrambled to his feet and tried to run after her. His father, who had been silent until now, finally snapped. He caught up to Lucas and slapped him across the face.

Everything was a lie, she was a liar, such a liar! “Alice," Ian called with a broken voice. “Forgive all my mistakes, forgive all what I did, forgive me because it’s my heart, the one which talks now.” Forgiving was not forgetting, but now, it was Ian who would understand the big difference between one act from the other. Broken, Ian was broken. Guilty, Alice was the guilty one there. Sin, Gabriel had been the sinner there.

“Listen to me, pet. I might have done a lot of heinous things in the past, but I'll never wipe out an entire pack. Even with a tangible reason to, I won't go to that extent in serving revenge. I've only taken out one or two werewolves at a time, in a fight, but only because they overstepped their territory and are posing a threat to my people.” I gritted my teeth in anguish. He sure had a lot of guts, denying his crime. Tears burned down my cheeks, but I hastily shook them off, refusing to let him think I was accusing him out of vulnerability. For some reason, it hurt a lot more that he wouldn't acknowledge what he'd done. Which meant, all through these years he'd never felt guilty. He'd nev