The time I looked at god
There was a time I looked at God with sea water in my eyes, drowning in a river of problems. I asked Him, with the last piece of devotion I had, why the Bible never told us that hell is not in the darkness beneath the earth, but in the light of the earth, right in front of us. Why do we keep accusing the wrong side and worshipping the light? Why is hell on the surface, God? Why?
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