I am a cynic by nature and am always questioning god's existence, but when I catch a cold, I am an all-out atheist. I have the worst cold imaginable. My nose feels like I having been using breaks between classes to do lines of coke, salt, and glass shards. My throat feels like I am choking on a splinter and the roof of my mouth feels like I have been eating really cheap white bread--though isn't it all really cheap?
What kind of God would inflict such cruelty?
Then of course, if I prayed more often not to catch colds, I may not be in this position.
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