What Does The Bible Say About Races Mixing の小説・ストーリー

"The bible says we should go into the world and multiply, this we can see in the book of Genesis." I opened my mouth to speak, ready to debate his words when he cut me off with, "You'll have your time to speak ma'am, let me finish." Thoroughly amused, I clamped my mouth shut and waited for him to complete his point. "As we know, we're expecting one child but if we're to calculate properly, this isn't much of a multiplication." I was confused. "What does that even mean?" "The bible says that a man shall cleave to his wife and both of them shall become one, we're expecting one. God didn't say we should have ones, He said we should multiply."

1 Peter 1:13 "Complete the race that God has set before us." II Timothy 4:6-8 "People of God, give Him glory." Isaiah 42:12 "Let us abound in Faith, Love, and Hope." 1 Thessalonians 1:3 He spoke Bible passages out of the blue. Jouri frowned at her. "You are quite weird, oldie." The rabbi closed the Bible he is carrying in his pocket, and breathed heavily. "Jouri, you are not a Jew."

Noah replied with a nod. Mrs. Olaton also told me about the kind of tree that can only grow if it is watered with blood. So it changed Noah and made him a real vampire. "Are all your people like you?" I asked again. If all Bloods were like them, not drinking real blood, humans and Bloods, might be able to coexist peacefully. "Every race has people with different positions, we can't stand our ground to judge each other as bad people, but with different positions, the solutions to things are different, and so are my people."

His eyes then wandered around to find the missing chair and then he found the broken chair slightly hidden under the bed. Jeremiah chose not to move from his spot and then telling the brothers again what he said in his preach early this morning, “so the Goddess was creating three races in Wolftopia in order to live in harmony…” But Jayden quickly cut his speech, “I’m sorry Jeremiah, you were standing too far away from us, we can barely hear you,” he smiled while giving Jeremiah a hand sign to stand closer, “why don't you come closer and then explain it again to us.”

“I think it might be all of the mixed breeding. They were prettier in the older centuries when they stayed with their own kind. Mixing like they do nowadays seems to be counterproductive.” “Have you noticed a rise in social dysfunction?” she asked. “I’m telling you,” Alfred emphasized. “It’s all that mixing.” Heloise cocked her head to the side. “It couldn’t be due to interference from those blackhearts we’re here to protect the mundanes from, now, could it?” When Alfred said nothing, she added, “Hmm?” “Okay, I’ll give you that for the social dysfunction stuff, but the uglies are from mixing,” he said adamantly. “You can’t change my mind on this.”

Now she yearned to slip her fingers against their skin and find out if they were as solid as they seemed. “Just a picture?” She tossed them a skeptical glance. “You’re a unique beauty,” The blond one said. “What are you mixed with?” “How do you know I’m mixed?” “Because there isn’t one race all over this world that owns your type of beauty. We all have a sexy quality and one we don’t prefer. Every race has some DNA strain that they’d love to get rid of and trade with another. But your face, eyes, hair, and skin color are exquisite, almost this perfect blend of everything.”

Just like the analytical person she was. “Regardless, I can’t draw the conclusion that someone is a bad person because they are bad to me. The truth is just that our races have so much history that not only shows that we cannot coexist in peace but also makes it an impossible achievement.” He agreed. “So you will eliminate us. Don’t we have similar goals?” “That was the plan although it is technically impossible since we don’t have the most optimal weapons yet and you can’t kill the whole human race because we are too many and now we are fighting back as well.”

Suddenly William asked a question and my heart skipped a beat. "What if you make her pregnant?" The laughter immediately died out. "No way in hell, she has to remove it. Either that or she dies. They're very easy to replace anyways. So many negroes around." My throat became clogged. "Now if any of you boys make that mistake, deal with it before I hear of it. Nothing more, I hate than mixed children. Disgusting! An abomination, threatening to dilute our race and make them equal to us." "Why do you sleep with them then?" William added.

" Like, what if she's from the white race or the black race?" " Is that even possible?" " Of course, although I've never witnessed it before, but I've heard stories of it, just that it rarely happens, like rarely happens", he said. He saw that I looked perturbed and said, " don't worry, I'm sure your mate will be of the yellow race, I mean, you're the alpha's son, the Moon Goddess surely wouldn't't mix you up with someone of another race". That was it, he was right, there was no way I could've been mated to her, it just didn't make any sense.

“He was human.” “And you just want to kill and enslave everyone else?” She arched an eyebrow. “It is the natural order. The way it was intended to be,” Father Isaiah replied. “Genesis 1:26 Then God said, "Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground." “Your god,” Niarthen told him darkly. “We do share the same one.”