Holy Wars
God Should Sue

Religious wars give God a bad name God should sue
When Bob Dylan wrote “With God on Our Side” he brilliantly voiced the sick paradox of Religious (aka Holy) Wars.
Believe in OUR God, or else, is the first shot fired.
Never, is the second — in return.
Else, is the third.
A million deaths later (and a river of blood) the stronger of God’s two sides relishes a well-earned victory among whoever survived the slaughter. Love, the purported ground zero of all religion, is nowhere to be seen, but is reported to be lurking somewhere in the shadows making ready for an eventual comeback; for now, that WE have won, and OUR loving God helped US do that, we can start the loving again. At least MEN can start with the loving again. Women, well, God’s not a woman, is he? And Eve tempted Adam, didn’t she? She ruined the whole thing. Got us thrown out of Paradise, didn’t she? Lesser beings, women.
At the beginning of the second millennium, heartless and frothing-at-the-mouth Islam warriors cleared Northern India of Buddhism and all traces of compassion — a loving example of “Believe in OUR God or else”. A lot of sharp-edged Else to make sure.
And Hindus and Muslims are still fighting — Kashmir is a good case in point.
And then there’s the Crusades, of course. Even God lost count of the dead.
And the ongoing persecution of the Jews, Hitler’s contribution included.
And that did it for God. Fed up, He did sue.
In Angel Court: God (the Almighty) vs. Humanity (the bloodthirsty).
The Charges: (a) Giving God a Bad Name; and (b) inhumane (though very human) slaughter.
Not a single angel wanted the thankless task of representing humanity, of course, so the defense was appointed by the Angel Court (apparently by lot). And that lot fell to Raphael (who has yet to forgive the Chief Angel Judge, whom he silently, and sometimes not to silently, accused of rigging the draw).
God decided to represent himself and did. Effectively.
Twelve Angels were selected as jury. Three Angel Judges presided.
God brought the charges along with the gruesome evidence and many, many Ohs and Ahs from the gallery. The Chief Angel Judge had to bang his gavel as many times, demanding silence in the court.
Raphael, though his task was both thankless and impossible, did put up a good fight along the lines of “they are ignorant but mean well”, and “they know not what they are doing” (which brought snickers in the court, since that line had already been put to fitting and forgiving use by God Junior); still, compared to God…, well, what could he do? Lots of shaking angel heads in that courtroom. Poor Raphael.
The case went to the Angel Jury early on the third day.
The Jury, curiously, didn’t even leave the courtroom to deliberate, they just looked at each other and nodded in agreement and said, in angelic unison: “Guilty.”
“Sentencing tomorrow,” said the Chief Angel Judge and banged his gavel.
Tomorrow came, and Raphael made an impassioned plea for leniency though you could tell that this passion was more for show than heartfelt.
The Chief Angel Judge heard him out then passed humanity’s sentence:
Self-Engineered Extinction.
Now well underway.
© Wolfstuff
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