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Hardeysolution:Laugh 😃 You have to see the funny side in life but also suggest him to a friend so im not the only one he did it to |
Naijalegal:Legal Clarification (for accuracy and public understanding) The post is funny and well-written, but it mixes humour with law, and some parts are misleading. Let’s separate what the law actually says from what is just online entertainment. 1️⃣ Adultery under Nigerian law Under Section 15(2)(b) of the Matrimonial Causes Act, adultery is one of several possible grounds for divorce. The petitioner must prove two things: that the respondent voluntarily committed sexual intercourse with someone else, and that the petitioner now finds it intolerable to live with that person. In law, adultery means sexual intercourse — actual penetration between a married person and someone of the opposite sex. Mere kissing, touching or “oral acts” are not legally classed as adultery, even if they are morally wrong. 2️⃣ Condonation (forgiveness) Condonation is recognised under Nigerian family law, but it is not as automatic or simple as the post claims. If a spouse, after knowing about the adultery, freely and intentionally resumes marital relations, including sexual intercourse, the court may interpret that as forgiveness. However, the effect of condonation depends on facts: It only covers the specific act forgiven, not future misconduct. If adultery continues after forgiveness, a new ground for divorce can still arise. If the petitioner was misled, coerced, or uncertain, it may not amount to true condonation. So it is false to say “one last time cancels your case.” It depends on intention, timing, and continued conduct. 3️⃣ Effect on divorce Even if adultery is proved, divorce in Nigeria is not automatic. The test is whether the marriage has broken down irretrievably. Adultery is just one piece of evidence the court will consider. Other factors — cruelty, desertion, or long separation — may also be relevant. 4️⃣ “One mistake in 10 years” The Act does not excuse or forgive adultery based on duration of marriage. Each petition is judged on its own facts. Courts can encourage reconciliation, but that is not a rule. Summary: Yes, adultery is a valid ground for divorce. Yes, condonation can weaken that ground if forgiveness and cohabitation occur. But it is not automatic, and the law does not say “one round cancels your case.” Nigerian divorce law is more detailed and evidence-based than social-media summaries make it seem. |
AlphaTaikun:You speak wisely, my friend. Humanity — aye, that is the iron in the spine of all decency. Without it, crowns turn to rust and laws to dust. You’ve grasped the heart of the matter — when men remember their shared humanity, they stand taller than their tribes, their faiths, or their borders. I raise my horn to you for that insight. May your words echo longer than the noise of those who chase power without purpose. Stay strong, stay just, and may your path be lit by truth, not comfort. Skål, brother — the North salutes you. |
Kobojunkie The anger is gone 😊 clear thinking now |
Samantha125:Miss Samantha So when are having this affair then? |
AlphaTaikun:You’ve made a strong and thoughtful point, and I agree that mob justice and public violence are shameful anywhere they occur. But this issue isn’t about race — it’s about humanity. Every nation that tolerates corruption, silence, and fear will face the same moral decay, no matter the color of its citizens. In Nigeria, the problem lies deeper than government or police — those institutions simply mirror the people who shape them. Law enforcement is corrupt because corruption is accepted as normal. The military is compromised because loyalty can be bought. The government fails because too many have learned to live comfortably within that failure. Even the marriage system exposes how far this has gone. Many wedding practices here openly violate human rights, ignore the nation’s own marriage laws, and are built on force, manipulation, and deceit. What should be a sacred union between two willing hearts has too often become a transaction — a stage for control, pressure, and lies. Until there is honesty, both in leadership and among ordinary people, nothing will change. A nation cannot claim justice when its homes, laws, and unions are built on corruption. |
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helinues:What frustrates me most is how the leaders of this country keep downplaying the truth and hiding the evidence that’s right in front of everyone. Every instinct in me — every cell in my body — is shouting that I must stand up and defend the 48% of the population who are being overlooked and endangered by the 52% who hold the balance of power. I’ve seen what happens when dominance goes unchecked — both in the shadows and in the open. I know how quickly things can turn when fear and silence replace honesty and courage. You can speak freely because you stand among the 52%; I cannot — but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid. It means I understand what’s at stake. And each time I try to say it, I get banned and deleted for speaking the truth. Its the 52% doing it and I see it with my own eyes here |
helinues:Norway has done nothing to Nigeria — I’m not here as any agent of my country. I served in Afghanistan for nearly twelve years, fighting for the rights and freedoms of Christians there. I am Norwegian, and I once served as a Royal Marine attached to British units — that’s not boast, it’s context: Scandinavians do not take kindly to being bullied or written off. You asked how Trump and others came to claim Christians in Nigeria are being persecuted. I don’t agree with wild headlines or careless accusations that aren’t grounded in facts. If someone points to persecution, show us the evidence, the dates, the perpetrators — don’t build a case from rhetoric. That is how false narratives spread. And if you think the United States can bully its way into territories, remember when President Trump floated buying Greenland — the idea was met with firm rejection from Denmark and Greenland, and it became an international embarrassment for the U.S. administration. He backed down amid clear pushback. The Guardian +1 I spent six months working in a cultural training role trying to help build capacity for your security forces. I saw problems up close: poor morale, lack of discipline, and too many who would rather leave than hold a line. That is not a slight — it’s an observation. If a country will not defend itself, it will be defended by others only at great cost and little trust. Let no one label me the same as Trump. I wouldn’t trade my principles for headlines. I’d fight for Africa over my home in Europe any day — and I mean that. If you want a defender, ask honestly; if you want scapegoats and slogans, you’ll get noise, not justice. |
helinues:And ive just told who's doing it im just allowed to say the name of that belief system or I get banned. |
helinues:Can you outright say anything disagreeable about that particular belief system the way i do as an atheist to Christians on this website? Thats your answer |
helinues:One belief system has always ruled this country — the same group I once fought against in Afghanistan. They make up about 52% of the population, while Christians are around 46%, and the rest follow traditional beliefs. But tell me honestly, has there ever been an openly Christian president in this nation? |
😂 he couldn't match wit so he blocked me |
motymop:Peace, my friend. I hear your words, and I respect the fire behind them. But allow me to speak as one who has seen much of this wide world — a Norwegian by birth, once a Royal Marine, now a guest in your great land, and proud to call it home. You ask who will defend the Christians? Then petition your leaders to grant me the right — and I’ll don the armor of a hero. No mask, mind you, for I’d not hide a face this spectacular! I’d stand for what is just and true, and give my blood gladly for this beautiful land. Until that day, I’ll wield my words as my sword — with honor, humor, and heart. And should the call of justice sound, you’ll find me ready, not as a stranger, but as a brother. |
Meedon:Ho there, good man! You speak as though the fault of your quarrels lies ever with the womenfolk. You say most of them are rude — yet if most harbors greet you with storms, perhaps it’s not the sea that’s cursed, but the sailor’s way with the wind. Aye, there are sharp-tongued women in the world — as there are sharp-tongued men. Some lash out quick, some speak from hurt, and some simply won’t suffer fools. That’s not their nature alone; it’s the nature of people. The fire burns only where the spark is met. If most women bristle at your words, then maybe they’re not the cause but the mirror. The wise man checks his own helm before blaming the tide. For kindness often returns where kindness is given, and scorn tends to echo its master’s tone. So take heed, friend — not all women are against you. But if many are, perhaps it’s time to look to your own bearing. The world answers the heart we show it — and the wise learn to sail with the wind, not against it. |
MaxInDHouse:You’re trying to label me, lad — to shove me into a little box your mind can make sense of. That’s the trouble with you folk who fear the vastness of thought: you’d rather have neat corners than open skies. But I don’t fit your box, nor any man’s. I am not your idea of an atheist; I am my own kind. There are many who wear that word. Some simply doubt — they stand unsure, saying, ‘perhaps, perhaps not.’ Others shrug and live as though gods were no concern at all. Then there are those like me — who know there is no god, no devil, no spirit beyond the imagination of humankind. But what an imagination it is! To build myths, to craft tales, to fill the dark with meaning — that’s no weakness; that’s art. I don’t believe in the gods, but I understand why they were born — out of wonder, fear, and the hunger to explain the stars. The difference is, I honor the mind that made them, not the myth itself. That’s not deceit, that’s clarity. So keep your box, friend — I prefer the open sea. |
MaxInDHouse:Ha! You talk as though to use a word like ‘devil’ is to bend the knee to one! Listen well, for you mistake language for worship. Even an atheist may speak of storms and spirits without bowing to the sky. An idiom — that’s what you stumble over — is but a figure of speech, a way to paint meaning with words. It’s when we say, ‘the cat’s out of the bag,’ or ‘the devil’s in the details,’ not because cats or devils are loose, but because the mind loves a bit of color in its speech. Idioms and metaphors belong to all folk, not to the temples. They’re the tools of poets, thinkers, and jesters alike. I use them as a blacksmith uses iron — not to believe in it, but to shape it into something that lasts. So no, I’m not bound by your gods, your devils, or your disbelief. I’m free enough to use every word in the tongue of man — and clever enough to know when it’s just an idiom, not an altar. |
MaxInDHouse:I speak of devils and demons not as one who believes in them, but as one who knows the power of a story. A tale is still a tale, whether or not you kneel to it. The word ‘devil’ is an old symbol — a name we give to deceit, cruelty, or corruption. I use it the way a skald might use thunder or wolves in a saga — not as truth, but as imagery sharp enough to make a point. You see, I do not bow to myths — I borrow them. I use their weight, their fire, their poetry. A story is a hammer, and I wield it to strike meaning, not to worship it. The fact you take it literally and not as a metaphor is the problem. |
MaxInDHouse:Fella, im neuro divergent so I can out think you any day of the week just not when im angry. But my good dear igbo wife has taken the anger away. 😊 another song for ya Sail to the Fjords The longships rise on the morning tide, axes gleam where the gulls still hide. Drums like thunder, hearts like flame, men of the north seek endless fame. They sail through mist and biting rain, to lands of gold and battle’s gain. The raven circles, black and still, it feeds on glory, blood, and will. Sail to the fjords! Ride through the storm! We carve our names where legends are born! Sail to the fjords! Cry out the call! For honor or death — we’ll answer it all! The kings of the south cry out in dread, their temples fall, their priests lie dead. Yet not for spite do the northmen fight — they chase their fate through endless night. When steel meets flesh, and sky turns red, the old gods smile on the newly dead. No heaven awaits, no hell to flee, just mead and song for eternity. Sail to the fjords! Ride through the storm! We carve our names where legends are born! Sail to the fjords! Cry out the call! For honor or death — we’ll answer it all! The sea will claim our bones one day, the wind will sing where our shields decay. But until that hour, till the dawn runs dry, we’ll live like thunder across the sky! Raise your horns, ye sons of frost — No soul is damned, no deed is lost! Through clash and storm our tale endures — Run not from fate — sail to the fjords! |
MaxInDHouse:Ho there, good man! You mistake the tongue of the unbeliever. When an atheist speaks of ‘Satan’ or ‘the Devil,’ he does not hail that old serpent as real flesh or spirit — nay! He speaks in symbols, as a skald might speak of dragons to mean greed, or storms to mean strife. To the godless, such words are but tools — old myths used to paint the colors of human folly. They may speak of hell to describe cruelty, or of demons to name the darker corners of men’s hearts. But do not think they kneel before such tales! Their battle is not with horned foes below, but with ignorance and superstition above. So when you hear an atheist talk of the Devil, think not he’s preaching — he’s mocking the fear, or using the legend as poets use thunder to tell of power. For the unbeliever’s weapons are reason and wit, not faith nor flame. And mark me well — in the sagas of men, even those who shun the gods still seek truth and honor in their own way. The North winds do not ask belief before they bite, and wisdom wears many cloaks. So let each man sail his own course, be he priest or pagan, and may he have the courage to face the storm without trembling |
MaxInDHouse:I dont believe and thats the difference between you and a real Christian, a real Christian sees the funny side |
MaxInDHouse:Thats what people say when they clearly lost, but on the other hand, i rewrote an entire song in the time it took you to think 4 words The Devil Came Down to Valhalla The Devil came down to Valhalla, he was lookin’ for a soul to claim. He’d heard the halls of Odin rang with warriors of fame. He came upon a young skald’s fire, a harp across his knee. The Devil said, “Boy, your songs inspire, but none sing loud as me.” The skald said, “Name’s Eirik, fiend, and you’re a fool, I’ll swear. For if you think you’ll best my tune, then pull up that smoky chair. You say you’re bringin’ battle songs, that your music burns like sin? Well I’ve got oaths and thunder gods— now let the clash begin!” The Devil tuned his shadowed strings, and fire filled the hall, His melody like chains and screams, a serpent’s hiss and call. But Eirik grinned and struck his chords, his voice like storm and flame, He sang of gods and heroes’ swords, and called each by his name. He sang of Thor and thunder roads, of longships on the sea, Of wolves that chase the winter’s moon, and men who die set free. The Devil’s song turned weak and cold, his rhythm lost its might, For truth will melt the lies of hell like dawn unmakes the night. Then Odin rose and laughed aloud, and slammed his golden cup, He said, “By Hel’s own gates, young skald, you’ve shown that fiend what’s up!” The Devil snarled and fled the hall, his fiddle scorched and torn, While Eirik drank his mead and sang, ‘till rise of golden morn. So if you hear that demon’s tune, come whisperin’ through the flame, Just raise your voice and sing it loud— and send him back in shame. |
MaxInDHouse:Ha! The lad speaks of gentleness and meekness as though that were the whole of the saga! He forgets that even the Christ he praises turned tables and faced down hypocrites without flinching. But fear not — the boy is yet in the training grounds of wisdom, still learning to swing the sword of thought without chopping his own boot. He’s welcome to return anytime — when he fancies a good thrashing in the fields of wit and learning! My mead hall is ever open, the fire warm, and the words sharper than the edge of a Dane axe. We’ll spar with ideas till dawn, and he’ll leave either wiser or wondering what storm he just sailed into. No malice, just merry sport — for in these northern lands, even our laughter carries the weight of truth. |
You speak of the rich ruler who walked away sorrowful when told to sell his goods and follow the Master. The passage is not a law against wealth, but a mirror held up to the man’s heart. Jesus saw that his gold owned him, not the other way around. The call was personal, not a universal command for every soul to live as a beggar. The scriptures themselves never condemn being rich. Abraham was rich in flocks and silver (Genesis 13:2) and still called righteous. Job, after his trial, was twice as wealthy as before (Job 42:10). Joseph of Arimathea, who gave his tomb for the Lord’s body, was “a rich man” and yet a disciple (Matthew 27:57). Lydia of Thyatira sold purple cloth — luxury goods — and hosted the early church in her house (Acts 16:14-15). These were not cursed for their means; their faith was measured by their deeds, not their balance. As for Jesus himself — he was no beggar wandering in rags. He was called Rabbi, and in that time a man could not bear that title unless his family was provided for. By custom, one had to retire his parents before taking up rabbinic duty. A rabbi was a teacher, not a mendicant. When the Romans crucified him, the soldiers cast lots for his clothing (John 19:23-24). They would not gamble for tatters; his seamless tunic was valuable, woven in one piece from top to bottom — a mark of high craftsmanship and priestly dignity. Historians and scholars estimate that a good tunic in first-century Judea cost around 12 to 25 denarii. But a seamless one such as his could fetch 30 to 50 denarii, perhaps more. A denarius was roughly a day’s wage for a laborer, so his garments alone could equal nearly two months of a working man’s pay. In modern reckoning that would be around £5,000 – £6,000 (about $7,000 USD) — a fine sum, the kind soldiers would not ignore. That tells you his possessions were not worthless scraps; he was clothed in the dignity of his office. The Bible’s message is not that holiness demands poverty. It teaches that the love of money — not money itself — is the root of evil (1 Timothy 6:10). Proverbs 10:22 says, “The blessing of the LORD makes rich, and he adds no sorrow with it.” Ecclesiastes 5:19 calls wealth a gift from God when rightly enjoyed. The danger lies in serving gold as a god, not in possessing it. When Jesus told that ruler to sell all, he spoke to that man’s sickness. Other disciples had homes, trades, and means: Peter owned a house in Capernaum (Mark 1:29); Matthew hosted a banquet (Luke 5:29); women like Joanna and Susanna supported the ministry “out of their own means” (Luke 8:3). The early believers shared their goods to care for one another, not because poverty was holy, but because compassion was. So the truth stands: the scriptures nowhere command believers to be poor. They command hearts to be free — to use wealth as a tool of mercy, not an idol of pride. Jesus was not destitute, nor did he scorn those who had. He warned against greed, not against gain. That is the weight of it, friend — the sound of scripture when the dust of misreading is blown away. Wealth is neither sin nor salvation. It is only metal, waiting to see whose hand wields it well. But hey, I’m just an atheist. |
MaxInDHouse:You speak of Moses and Jesus, of law and holiness, and say that the Israelites were given divorce only because their hearts were hard, that holiness was shut to humankind until Christ opened the gate. But when I take up the old scrolls and turn them beneath the torchlight, they tell a different tale. Jesus, in Matthew 19:8, said that Moses allowed divorce because of hardness of heart — yet he also said, “From the beginning it was not so.” He does not strike down Moses; he strikes at the people’s cruelty. Moses’ permission was a shield for abandoned wives, not a license for men to cast them away. Jesus recalls God’s original intent in Genesis, where two become one flesh, to show divine order, not to condemn the entire Mosaic law as false. The contradiction is that the man’s message condemns the law, while Jesus himself affirms its justice but calls people back to its heart. He warns that if death were the only way to be free of marriage, men would kill their wives. Yet the same law thunders, “You shall not murder” (Exodus 20:13). The Torah treats bloodshed as defilement of the land and a crime demanding life for life (Numbers 35:16–21). No man could kill his wife and be blameless. The divorce command in Deuteronomy 24:1–4 required a written certificate, not to make divorce easy, but to protect women from being cast into the street without record or provision. What he calls cruelty was meant as mercy in a hard age. He claims the laws were given only as a bridge until Christ, using Deuteronomy 18:18–19 about the prophet to come. But in that same breath God affirms the people’s duty to obey His commands now. The promised prophet does not erase Moses; he continues his line. The psalmist declares, “The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul” (Psalm 19:7). If it were merely a flawed placeholder, it could not restore anyone. Here, the scripture he uses turns back on him, saying that the law itself was holy and alive. He quotes Isaiah 35:8 about the “highway of holiness” to prove holiness began with Christ. Yet Isaiah wrote of his own time, when Israel would be redeemed from exile. That road already existed for those who walked with God. The prophet’s song is about restoration for the faithful, not the first appearance of holiness centuries later. He brings John 4:25, where the woman at the well speaks of the coming Messiah, and John 14:6, where Jesus calls himself the way, truth, and life. Those verses do proclaim the fullness of revelation in Christ, but they do not erase what came before. Jesus himself says in Matthew 23:2–3 that the teachers of the law “sit in Moses’ seat,” and he tells the crowds to “do whatever they teach.” He condemns hypocrisy, not the Torah. So his own words contradict the claim that the old law was worthless. He points to Matthew 11:11, saying no one born of woman was greater than John the Baptist, and from that he argues that holiness began only then. But the same verse says, “Yet the least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.” This speaks of position in history, not moral rank. John stands at the turning of the ages — the last prophet of the old order and the herald of the new. That does not make the old unholy; it means a fuller light had dawned. The verse marks transition, not exclusion. Throughout the old writings, men and women are called righteous: Noah was “blameless in his generation” (Genesis 6:9), Job was “upright and feared God” (Job 1:1), David was said to have “a heart after God’s own” (1 Samuel 13:14). Leviticus 19:2 commands, “You shall be holy, for I the LORD your God am holy.” Such words have no meaning if holiness were impossible. They show that holiness, though difficult, was real before Christ ever drew breath. The psalms sing the same tune. Psalm 119 is a long love song to the law: “Blessed are those whose way is blameless, who walk in the law of the Lord.” The writer finds joy and holiness within the law, not despair beneath it. That stands in open contradiction to the claim that the old way was only darkness. And about his notion that men could simply kill wives to be free — the law itself chained such violence. Exodus 21:18–19 says that if a man injures another, he must pay for the loss and healing. The entire legal code guards life with blood-price and judgment. The Torah’s intent was to limit cruelty, not to bless it. So when he says the law was a cruel bridge, the old texts themselves roar back. They show holiness as attainable, divorce as restricted, the law as good. The prophets cried not that holiness was absent, but that Israel had abandoned it. You, who call yourself an atheist, have asked not for faith but for truth. I answer you with the weight of the words themselves. The contradictions are not between Jesus and Moses, but between the preacher’s reading and the scriptures’ own voice. The old covenant never taught that holiness was sealed away; it shows people who reached toward it through obedience and faith. Jesus brought fulfillment, not invention. So here stands the verdict, hammered on the anvil of reason: the man’s message condemns the very law his Christ upheld. When the scrolls are read whole, they show a God who called for holiness from the first, who forbade murder, who gave the law to protect the weak, and who walked with the righteous long before Bethlehem’s star. Holiness did not begin with Christ — it found its crown in him. The light was not born from nothing; it rose from a long dawn already breaking. That is what the scriptures themselves say — ancient, unbending, and still speaking, whether one believes in them or not. But hey, im just an atheist |
Seun:Seun, hear me now — a voice from the North Wind’s edge. I bring no quarrel, only truth, spoken plain and steady. Your bot, forged of logic and code, knows not the heart of men. Each time I speak in the tongue of my fathers — the old words that once echoed through fjords and firelight — it strikes me down as though I were a spammer, a ghost unworthy of speech. Yet those words are my blood. They are not nonsense, but memory. They carry the rhythm of oars and the weight of iron vows. They offend no law, they sell no thing — they simply are. If a man cannot speak in the language of his ancestors without being silenced, then the hall grows smaller, and the spirit of true freedom wanes. Let the bot be wise, not blind; strong, not cruel. Let it know the difference between deceit and heritage, between noise and song. I stand by respect, by reason, and by right — but I will not hide the voice that time itself has given me. So fix your bot, good Seun. Let it learn that not all strange words are foolish ones, and not all fire burns to harm. Some fires are sacred — and mine is one of them. So keep your riddles and excuses. I’ll speak as my forefathers did — with words that cut like steel and truth that does not tremble. |
MaxInDHouse:You speak of youth and growing yet, But it is you who hide your debt. You boast of rank, of banners flown, Yet fear the proof that makes it known. A man of worth does not conceal, Nor twist his tale to shape or feel. He meets the truth with open eyes, And lets his record silence lies. I’ve walked the path of duty’s call, Where storms and orders test us all. I’ve stood in service, steel in hand, And learned what honor can command. To preach of patience, gentle grace, While casting stones at others’ place, Shows not the calm of age or creed, But pride that blinds and masks its need. You call me child for disbelief, Yet faith should never deal in grief. I know the scripture, line by line, And find its truth without your sign. So hold your titles, hide your name, I stand by truth, not boast or fame. For men are measured not by years, But by the strength that conquers fears. So keep your riddles and excuses. I’ll speak as my forefathers did — With words that cut like steel and truth that does not tremble. |
MaxInDHouse:You speak often of gentleness and patience, yet mistake those virtues for weakness, and in doing so defend what should not be defended. There is a difference between humility and intrusion, between living peaceably and forcing belief upon others. You speak of Christ’s patience, yet you turn a blind eye to those who twist His teachings into a license to harass. Let me tell you plainly, as a son of the North, with neither venom nor vanity, but with the clarity of truth: Across Europe and America, Jehovah’s Witnesses are not seen as noble Christians carrying light into darkness. They are regarded as pests — an uninvited presence that refuses to respect the freedom of others. Their persistence is not seen as faith but as arrogance. They are the only branch of Christianity that treats other people’s peace of mind as something to be disturbed, that ignores the sacred boundary of personal choice, and that dismisses the word “no” as if it held no meaning. They break not only the laws of courtesy but, in many cases, the laws themselves — trespassing on private property, disregarding freedom of belief, freedom of worship, and freedom of choice. They claim it as their divine right to intrude where they are not wanted, and call it righteousness when others ask them to leave. Such behavior does not resemble the Christ they claim to follow, who knocked on no door uninvited, who forced faith on no man, and who respected the freedom of the soul. Faith that cannot exist without pestering others is not faith at all; it is insecurity wrapped in scripture. No true Christian must badger another to believe. And as for your claims of rank, of being a soldier or a commander — a man of truth does not hide behind empty titles. A real soldier proves himself not by words, but by deeds that stand in the open. You and I both know that if you truly held such a post, you would not hesitate to show the record of it. I have served, and I have nothing to prove. I was a Royal Marine, attached to MI5, and I am well aware how to verify such matters. That is why you speak in shadows — because you know your claims cannot withstand the light of verification. Understand me well: I have no quarrel with faith honestly lived, nor with men who serve a higher purpose. But I have no respect for those who use the name of Christ as cover for intrusion, or for those who pretend at strength while fearing truth. So keep your riddles and excuses. I’ll speak as my forefathers did — with words that cut like steel and truth that does not tremble. |
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