Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for July 16, 2021

You have to be genuinely contrite though.

Does this strike a bell with anyone? Something popped in my head, don’t know whether it was from a Scifi book or comics, maybe Spiderman, it went like being good doesn’t start at the end of the day when you’re about to be caught…

God: “But, if you like Bingo, you get boxes of get out of jail free cards you can use, too.”

The ones who read Jack T. Chick have all memorized some sentence of about nine words that they calculate will cancel all their sins just in time to put them on Cloud Nine.

And they won’t use it unless they’re absolutely positive they’re dying. What could go wrong?

//answer: nothing. it’s all fantasy//

The only “problem” God is the only one who “knows” when we will die and if you wait to confess till it’s too late or if you confess too early it doesn’t count. My wife died in March suddenly and unexpectedly so I don’t know if she “confessed” or not. Maybe soon I will find out.

Next they can play, “Guess why God hates amputees.” You didn’t notice? Every other imaginable malady that can befall man has at one time or another been cured by some God channeling wizard. But amputees need not apply. Never has one been cured. Never happens. And putting a Black guy’s leg on a white guy doesn’t count.

I came to read the comments to see the ratio of belief vs nonbelief comments. I’m pleased to see it’s 100% nonbelievers who left comments, it seems. Including me. Such silly and cruel stories, I can’t believe I ever believed.

And remember: If everybody gets to go, it’s not heaven.