Will God Forgive Blasphemous Thoughts Novels & Stories

Well,I don't think that is gonna happen because it was a traumatizing moment for me and I can't let it go easily," she said inwardly. "He's even ready to go to jail if that's what you want him to do in other to get your forgiveness." "I don't care if he rot in jail. I don't! See lame excuses, as if it'll clean up the mess he has caused me." "Incase you don't remember this, dear Mrs Jacob, you're a CHRISTIAN" he said making emphasis on the word Christian. Stella kept mute. "And I hope you remember that forgiveness is one of the fruits of spirit."

"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!"

Instead I felt only salt and shame. “Father…” I whispered, but the word broke. Not holy. Not safe. Joseph's head fell into his hands. His breath came in ragged sobs. “God will never forgive us.” I laughed, a cracked and broken sound, tears spilling over my cheeks. “Then let Him watch us burn.” The booth swallowed the sound, wood dark with sweat and sin. And in that ruin, the gospel of my body closed—not with redemption, not with resurrection, but with silence.

Then, without warning, he asked, “Do you believe in God?” “Do you?” “I used to.” “What changed?” “I couldn’t find him,” he said. “He’s supposed to be everywhere, isn’t he? Not playing hide and seek.” He glanced at his reflection in the darkened window. “What sort of God would you want, Bobby? A vengeful one or a forgiving one?” “A vengeful God.” “Why?” “Because people should pay for what they do. They shouldn’t get forgiven just because they say sorry or repent at the last minute. If you do something wrong, you should be punished.”

Unable to hold his unwavering gaze any longer, I turned my eyes downcast with a sharp gasp. "You can only beg for their forgiveness, Naveed and offer the kaffara for your sins against the people you've hurt; which Allah knows that you have done. You can't change their hearts—but Allah can—He, alone is the turner of hearts and if Allah wanted to forsake you, He could have left you there under the heap of your car and let you die without ever giving you a chance to repent to Him. So, don't think about anything else—okay? Allah loves us and that is enough a reason for us to be grateful for His blessings and expectant of His mercy, since Allah is the most Merciful and the most Beneficent." I lo

I asked her after a while and she nodded while leaning backward on the chair, “you shouldn’t feel guilty for saving yourself from the hands of a man who almost claimed your life, Ayita. He would have killed you if you didn’t make the decision that day” She pursed her lips but didn’t say anything, I knew i sounded rather stupid but it was better I said the truth. Lying was not in my dictionary anyways. “It is against the Bible and even wrong in the eyes of the law. His memories keeps tormenting me every night” “Why don’t we make our own memories then” was what I wanted to say to her but instead I said, “Prayer will be a strong weapon against that Ayita. You have to forgive yourself and move o

"Are you aware of your own thoughts? Whoever was initially at fault, if you were Rye, would you want to be a slave and suffer nearly every day? You don't know and didn't see it because even I didn't witness how Luke destroyed Rye... only due to her error. And now... you seem to be convincing me to forget about it simply?" Keith strokes his temple before returning his gaze to Abby. "You don't get my point. Listen," Keith stepped up to stand closer to her, "since God can forgive you regardless of how cruel or nasty you are, then He still forgives you... us, correct? Why then can't we? We are the only people who make mistakes. And Lucas' current predicament acts as his punishment, as he has alr

“You think I don’t know what he is? You think I don’t know what you both were even then?” I went silent. There was no right answer. He began pacing again, calmer now, but something was terrifying in that calmness. “You know what I realized, Father? The world doesn’t forgive. People like you and your ex-lover, people who pretend to be saints, deserve everything that’s coming to them.” I closed my eyes, praying silently, begging God to let Ezreal stay away, to let him ignore whatever message Allen had sent. “Why are you doing this?” I whispered.

“If you pass, you’ll be forgiven and allowed to participate in the final selection exams tomorrow.” “And if I don’t?” Kema hesitated before answering. “No one who has committed such sacrilege has ever returned unscathed. Most lose their divine energy . . . and their sanity.” His words chilled me, but they also ignited something deep within—a defiance that refused to be snuffed out. “I’ll prove them wrong,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear coiling in my chest. “I’ll conquer the test of the gods and come back stronger.” Kema watched me for a long moment before nodding. “May the Great Gods grant you their mercy.”

I beg your forgiveness. William stopped, tilting his head to the side and looking at him with sly curiosity. From these strange, soul-penetrating eyes, Vragenn’s heart froze and stopped beating. The Bishop realized that he had stepped over the line of what was permitted, and retribution for this would not be long in coming. “We don’t forgive,” William’s voice merged with the beautiful notes of the goddess.