Audience At The Immam

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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'Immam, you say to me I need to kill the infidels to gain my place in heaven. But are you serious that our God will expect and honour this directive. If He wants to eliminate those who deny his role, his rightful place as king all he would do is send a bolt of lightning down. He would not need us for this task, and I, myself do find this so distasteful. There is no joy in bloodying and thus render unclean my hands, which were intended for prayer and the worship of eternal peace and love for Him.' 'Oh, yes, my pupil you are right, it is for reasons very similar that God is delegating tasks, those which require action and carry with them a slight whiff of universal accountability. God's hands are clean and holy, so let us work toward the future, to keep them well above suspicion.'

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