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If there's a God...

If God sounds cruel, he is probably human.
If God sounds selectively kind, he is probably human.
If God sounds offended or in need of praise, he is probably human.
If God takes sides in war, tribes or identities, he is probably human.
If God demands fear more than understanding, he is probably human.
If God rewards flattery instead of questions, he is probably human.
If God mirrors our anger, pride and insecurities, he is probably human.
If God hates whom we hate, he is probably human.
If God thrives on stories of power and conquest, he is probably human.
If God needs Temples, Mosques, Churches, labels or symbols, he is probably human.
If God seems just like us in every way, maybe we invented 'him', not the other way around.

Maybe the point was never to question faith, but to question the parts of it that make us smaller instead of kinder. Belief can be a beautiful thing - it can heal, guide, and give hope. But when it turns into fear, hate, or division, it loses its meaning. Faith should soften our hearts, not harden them. Hold your beliefs gently, not aggressively, because anything taken too far can harm. If there is something truly divine, it would ask us to love better, live better, and hurt no one; not even ourselves.

Happy day everyone!

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