Reason For God Mga Nobela at Kwento

What is the fucking point? “You created them?” she splutters, patting her chest. “We’re called Gods for a reason, not just because of our astonishing power, but because we create things, some of us more than others or for different reasons,” I explain, slowly sitting back when I hear her breathing even out. “So, all supernaturals were created by the Gods?” “For varying reasons, but yes.” “So why did you create raitruums?” she asks with intrigue. Well, I fucking opened myself up to that one.

"Exactly! Every child should be granted an opportunity to both survive and express himself or herself but it doesn't work that way in this modern world. Shit happens, sir." The woman knew Blackwheel wouldn't understand her but she couldn't stop trying. "I agree with you that terrible things happen in this world and it can't be stopped because humans are greedy and selfish," Blackwheel said. "Human tragedy on a daily basis is one of the major reasons why I find it hard to believe in God because if he exists, he would try to do something about the chaos that we see every day. If he loves us as the Bible claim he does and if he has the power to change our situation, why hasn't he? If he has the

She said flatly, glancing at him. “Why did you say that?" "Because it's true. God? He's a myth. He doesn't even hear anything anyone says, he's just taking credits for what he never even had a part in and everyone still keeps saying that he exists. " "Because he does." he replied quietly, she sighed, raising her brows at him. A small frown etched on her countenance still, he continued.

“Oh? Seems like the commandments of your God are pretty clear on actions.” “God says the actions show the heart—but it’s the heart that he measures, because the same action can be taken for different reasons. Think of Khush and all his diligent guarding, yet we know now he did it to increase his own portion, not to protect yours. In God’s eyes, ungodly motives blight a “good” deed.”

—NEITHER DOES THE ORDER OF THE UNIVERSE PROVE THE EXISTENCE OF A GOD. The worshipers of a God find, especially in the order of the universe, an invincible proof of the existence of an intelligent and wise being who rules it. But this order is only a result of motions necessarily brought on by causes or by circumstances which are sometimes favorable and sometimes injurious to ourselves; we approve the former and find fault with the latter.

“I didn’t do it. First, I saw my parent in a dream and they gave me some various instructions on what to do.” “That’s great, you now know who you are,” “Yes, I think so.” Silence followed. “Wise one. Tell me, do you believe that there is a god out there?” “There are many gods out there, my dear. But if you look closely at the fishes in the waters, the birds of the sky and the way the sun raises. You will find out that there must be a force that is keeping all these things in order. Nature in itself cannot maintain order for a very long time. And order in itself cannot exist on its own. So, I think there must be one God out there who is deciding the way things should flow. His name I have com

Logan's voice was growing angry. Ellis turned to face him. “I wish I could offer you advice, but I am not a person of faith. You’re not the first to ask why bad things happen to good people and why evil is given free rein when the deities supposedly have the power to stop it. I think… the message is that bad things happen to everyone, just like good things happen. It has nothing to do with what you deserve.” She didn’t know how else to explain it.

The freshman shook his head. " Thank you. It is not. You being gay is not and will never be a problem with your relationship with God because he is the one who created you. He made you just the way you are, and you are absolutely perfect that way. He gave you those feelings so that you will be able to love and to be loved, and he would want you to be happy, don't go stressing yourself about specifications in the Bible because the Bible can be interpreted in so many different ways, okay?"

Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault? Why Me? THE END

“You are not acting like a king. You are acting like a man possessed.” His hands tighten briefly then loosen like he is forcing himself not to grab me again. “The moon goddess is the reason we exist,” he says, his voice hard and wounded at the same time. “She created us. She bound us. She gave us mates for a reason.” “And I hate her for it,” I say without hesitation. He stares at me like I just confessed to murder. “Why,” he demands. “Why would you hate your creator so much. She made you in her image. In her likeness. Even humans remain faithful to the god who created them. Why can you not.”