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My convo with Jesus: Why do you share God with people?



Today I was thinking about how amazing God is, and I asked Jesus a question.

Behold our conversation:

Me: God is so awesome why do you share Him with people? Wouldn’t you want to keep Him for yourself?

Jesus: Let me ask you something. 

Me: Sure

Jesus: Who is someone that you care about?

Me: There is this girl named Demonica that I take delight in.

Jesus: If she was in trouble would you help her?

Me: Yeah!

Jesus: If she was on her way to her ultimate destruction would you care enough to help and provide for her?

Me: Yes of course.

Jesus: Ok let me ask you this then. If she had no shirt would you provide for her yours?

Me; Yea

Jesus: why?

Me: Because I care about her.

Jesus: Would it be off your back?

Me: Yeah

Jesus: If she is clothed, wouldn’t you be unclothed?

Me: Idk (I don’t know) kind of. I always wear a tank top underneath shirts so it wouldn’t matter. I guess? 

Jesus: After you gave it to her would you be regretful?

Me: Lol no, I have plenty of other shirts at home

Jesus: Why then should I be regretful when I take my shirt off and give it to the one’s I care about as though I don’t have any more at home.

Me: Wow, I don’t know what to say.

Jesus “Smiles.”

Me: you shut me up!

Me and Jesus: laughing.

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