"If
you listen to these guys, it appears it's far easier to justify the
carnage you leave in your wake by explaining you're just
"following God's orders." They're all out there
protesting, "Hey, don't blame ME! It was God's idea --
not mine!"
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WITH ALL DUE
RESPECT
Posted March 29, 2004 thepeoplesvoice.org
By: Sheila
Samples
The Las
Vegas Sun is reporting today that the new Hamas leader, Abdel Aziz
Rantisi, just announced that God has declared war against Bush and Ariel
Sharon.
Rantisi, speaking at Gaza's Islamic University, said he was not
surprised that the United States vetoed a U.N. Security Council
resolution condemning Israel's assassination on Monday of Hamas
spiritual leader Sheik Ahmed Yassin.
In an astonishing "Rumsfeldesque"
proclamation, Rantisi said, "...America declared war against God.
Sharon declared war against God and God declared war against America,
Bush and Sharon. The war of God continues against
them..."
Have mercy!
But wait -- it hasn't
been too long ago that Bush was out there announcing that God declared
war on guys like Rantisi and all other swarthy "terriers" from
one end of the globe to the other. And anybody who harbored them. And
anybody who disagreed with him and God on this matter. Didn't Bush
promise on behalf of his God that there was gonna be a lot of smokin'
and runnin' and bringing to justice, especially from Rantisis' part of
the world?
And everybody knows Ariel
Sharon's bloodthirsty God not only declares war on -- but destroys --
everything in His path, gobbling up innocent and guilty alike -- roaring
with delight as women, children, homes, and land crumble before His
bulldozers. It could be just me, but -- armed and jackbooted, His mouth
gushing innocent blood, Sharon's God wins hands-down as the Studmeister
of all Heavenly Warriors...
If you listen to these
guys, it appears it's far easier to justify the carnage you leave in
your wake by explaining you're just "following God's orders."
They're all out there protesting, "Hey, don't blame ME! It
was God's idea -- not mine!"
Sheesh! Everybody knows
when you're a Believer -- especially a born-again one -- you do what The
Man tells you to do. And you do it fast, before He changes His mind.
With all due respect --
and I mean that literally -- who are these earthly creatures who, with
dangerous, arrogant audacity, think they have the right to
speak for the Creator -- to wage war in His Name -- to destroy with
impunity millions of those who are just as important to their creator as
the creatures are? Do they think if they smite each other with a frenzy
of "God missiles," the last one standing knee-deep in crumpled
corpses will be declared the winner?
I do not recognize the
three faces -- or even one face -- of the God these evil
mortals hide behind. He is not the God of Matthew, Mark, Luke or John.
Nor is he my God. Each night, on my knees, I search for some sign from my
heavenly Father, who seems to be on some strange, four-year hiatus
for some unknown reason. I seek to understand why so many of His
children must die -- must perish in His Name...
Last night, I asked God
if maybe He should think about hiring a new PR staff because His message
wasn't getting out, or is so garbled by the creatures that nobody can
understand it. I suggested maybe it was possible the creatures
misunderstood His orders; maybe they thought He had admonished them to
"make the little children suffer then send them to Me..."
I pled with Him to
declare a winner -- to give the creatures their prize -- money, oil,
land, anything they wanted -- but couldn't He just make the killing
stop? "With all due respect, Sir," I beseeched Him --
"How much longer are You gonna allow this crap to continue?
And then, as I blew my
nose and wiped my eyes on the bedsheet -- well, actually, I didn't blow
my nose on the bedsheet -- God whispered to me, "Oh ye of
little faith -- haven't I got enough on My plate right now without
having to drop everything and dry your tears? Have you
no patience? The creatures of which you speak are all equally
winners in their evil game and, verily, they shall have their
reward."
"But --" I
cried in confusion, "how many children have to die before--"
"One," God
interjected sternly. "Just one child condemns them
for all eternity. They know it is as I said -- it would be better
that millstones were hanged about their necks and they be cast into the
sea, than that they should offend even one of My little
ones."
He smiled gently. "I
also weep. And the force of my tears has created a powerful, roaring
ocean of truth that is even now beating at the dam of their hypocrisy,
cracking it, destroying it, washing it away."
As He rose to leave, God
looked down at me. "With all due respect," He said,
shaking His head sadly at my trembling lack of faith -- "fear
not. Trust Me.
"Help is on the
way..."
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Sheila Samples is an Oklahoma freelance
writer, a former US Army Public Information Officer and Axis of Logic
contributing editor. Reprint permission is granted if it includes name of
author and Axis of Logic designation. Email her at sheila@axisoflogic.com /
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