Some woman I never met told me point blank at the gym that I should pray more. After staring at her in disbelief for ten solid seconds, she told me I had a disability because I had sinned. Obviously.
So I asked her why I should pray a God that disabled me: she told me God loved me and had a plan for me. Tough love I guess. But hey, if there’s a plan…
Then I asked her if my limbs would grow back if I prayed enough: no she said, but it’s not too late to let Jesus into my life.
Well that made total sense. I’m off to church then…
Agree absolutely, but they will reply “God is testing our faith”. I forgot how to disprove that specific circular argument now so I will get into it again…
Sounds like something a narcissist would do.
How do you interpret purposely causing someone pain just to see if they come running to you for help as “goodness”?
Maybe I’ll go home and punch my wife to test her love.