Can we reopen this discussion?
Experts tell me that with its multiple hapax legomenas, Ugaritic influences, and lack of interest in Pentateuch, this conversation might be the oldest in the Hebrew Bible.
So how about it, because my eyes haven’t seen.
Let’s start with your rhetorical questions, beautiful BTW.
Where was I? A thought, in the Divine Mind to be sure, but one without omnipotence, omniscience, or any other superpower.
Had I been there, I would have watched with awe and a bucket of popcorn.
But at the risk of getting smited can I ask a question?
Where were you?
Where were you when the foundations of the twin towers gave up?
Where were you on December 14, 2012?
Where were you when Anne and Margot Frank were transferred to Bergen-Belsen?
Tell me Immortal, have you sat in a chemo chair?
Bargained with the pharmacy cashier asking for insulin coupons?
Swam across the Rio with a child on your back?
Where were you when Alan Kurdi washed up on the shores of Turkey?
Where were you when desperate mothers sent their last Tweets from Allepo screaming for help?
Where were you when Emmett Till’s body sank to the bottom of the Tallahatchie River?
I’m curious, were the queues chaotic at the pearly gates when that Indonesian tsunami sent you a quarter million souls in a matter of minutes?
Or how about the four million Chinese that the floods sent you in 1931?
Or the 45 million that died from Mao’s Great Leap Forward? Did you consider sending manna, or maybe five loaves and two fish?
You should know I’m trying. We’re all trying … to be the change we want to see.
We’re praying, voting, and sending money to each other’s gofundme accounts.
I believe, help my unbelief.
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