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Yes, I am punishing California
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Date: 2008-11-16, 9:04PM
Hello My Children. I just want to clear the air a bit.
Many of you have heard that the wildfires in California recently are my doing, out of displeasure for the passing of Proposition 8. I write today to let you know that this is true. Let me explain.
When I created you, and the world for your pleasure and sustenance, I did so with great love. I wanted you to be happy, and to prosper. I gave this all to you with very few conditions. But I did insist these conditions be met. I asked you be fruitful and multiply, and to nourish and replenish the earth. I also asked you to love one another, as I have loved you. How well you kept up your part of the bargain is, well let's just say it's been hit and miss.
You've multiplied, but paid little attention to caring for your wonderful planet. You pollute the skies and waters at will, and pay each other large sums of money to come up with reasons why pollution is necessary. Some of you love each other, but many of you spend so much of your time and energy on ways to hate others, and deny them the same bountiful fruits of life that I wanted you all to have.
This greatly displeases me.
More than two thousand years ago, I sent my only son to you with a mission: to teach you to love again. While today you make laws that make your fellow citizens less than yourselves, unequal to yourselves, reflect for a bit on what my son did with his time on earth. While teaching and imploring you to love one another, he socialized with and assisted the most hated segments of society. Prostitutes. The poor. Homosexuals. Wherever the downtrodden, the forgotten were, there he was. He was trying to tell you something then, but you didn't learn it. Even after they savagely took his life, you didn't learn it.
So when you passed yet another sweeping judgement against your brothers and sisters, I could not hold back any longer. I let the fires burn to remind you what your future is if you let your own fires of a hateful, fearfull heart rage unabated. I let things smolder so that you could see what you will reap from your hard heared intolerance. You will reap ashes.
But I still love you, and you have an opportunity to change. You see, if I chose to, I could wipe earth clean again and start fresh.
However, I don't want to. I am the quintessential optimist. I believe that love will eventually reign.
My children, please prove me right. Stop hating your brothers and sisters for whom they choose to love and commit to in a life relationship. For, as my son said, when you do that to the least of them among you - you do it unto me.your ever faithful, but disappointed, Father in Heaven,
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