retrorich
SUPER NOT-A-MOD
Today I played God.
A tiny insect managed to land in my cup of coffee. (Fortunately the coffee was not hot.) I carefully fished it out and placed it on my desk. It did a lot of squirming and struggling, and it was difficult to tell if it had been seriously injured or just needed to dry off. My dilemma was whether to put it out of its misery or let it live as long as possible. In a way, I was playing God. Eventually, the insect crawled to the edge of the desk and fell to where I could not see or reach it.
My thought was: Well now, the creature was in the hands of the real God--if He exists. Would the God you believe in care about the fate of an insect?
A tiny insect managed to land in my cup of coffee. (Fortunately the coffee was not hot.) I carefully fished it out and placed it on my desk. It did a lot of squirming and struggling, and it was difficult to tell if it had been seriously injured or just needed to dry off. My dilemma was whether to put it out of its misery or let it live as long as possible. In a way, I was playing God. Eventually, the insect crawled to the edge of the desk and fell to where I could not see or reach it.
My thought was: Well now, the creature was in the hands of the real God--if He exists. Would the God you believe in care about the fate of an insect?