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When I came to your 6,000 year-old earth in the form of a human baby born in a barn to grow up and sacrifice myself to save you from the judgment I and your Heavenly Father would pass on you for sins you wouldn't commit until some 2,000 years after my resurrection, I knew it was worth it. I knew this, because I am GOD ALMIGHTY, and see the beginning to the end, and back again.
As I lay in the manger, smelling the odor of livestock on the cold winter air, I thought of my home back in Heaven. I was only a few hours old, but already I missed the sound of singing angels. But I would not change my mind about this decision, as I did on a previous occasion when I repented that I made mankind.
I grew up as the son of a carpenter. Some may think it sorely ironic that I, the son of a carpenter, should grow up to be nailed to a piece of wood, but to revel in any form of irony would be to miss the point entirely.
That point is that you should never, ever forget my birthday, and never, ever forget to feel grateful that I chose to spare you rather than to cast you into HELL, on the condition that you obey my every word.
You are lucky to be alive. You are lucky to have a savior like me. I and my Father, GOD, could easily send a global disaster to wipe you and your pathetic species off the face of the world forever, the way my Earthly father used to flick the sweat from his brow as he worked. We did this once. We liked it, but we like your dutiful obedience more.
Don't forget that I am the only thing that makes your life worth living.
Don't forget my birthday.
- Me, in John 15:6
As I lay in the manger, smelling the odor of livestock on the cold winter air, I thought of my home back in Heaven. I was only a few hours old, but already I missed the sound of singing angels. But I would not change my mind about this decision, as I did on a previous occasion when I repented that I made mankind.
I grew up as the son of a carpenter. Some may think it sorely ironic that I, the son of a carpenter, should grow up to be nailed to a piece of wood, but to revel in any form of irony would be to miss the point entirely.
That point is that you should never, ever forget my birthday, and never, ever forget to feel grateful that I chose to spare you rather than to cast you into HELL, on the condition that you obey my every word.
You are lucky to be alive. You are lucky to have a savior like me. I and my Father, GOD, could easily send a global disaster to wipe you and your pathetic species off the face of the world forever, the way my Earthly father used to flick the sweat from his brow as he worked. We did this once. We liked it, but we like your dutiful obedience more.
Don't forget that I am the only thing that makes your life worth living.
Don't forget my birthday.
If a man abide not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast them into the fire, and they are burned.
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