You can’t hurt Me. That’s the point.
I can’t hurt You?
No.
Even if I do something horrendous?
Even if you do something horrendous.
You won’t become upset, and punish me?
I will not.
That means I can go out and do anything I want.
You’ve always been able to do that.
Yes, but I haven’t wanted to. Fear of punishment in the hereafter has stopped me.
You need fear of God to stop you from being “bad”?
Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, when the temptation’s very great, I do need fear of what will
happen to me after I die—fear for my immortal soul—as a motivator, to stop me.
Really? You mean you’ve wanted to do such horrible things that you think you’d lose your
immortal soul if you did them?
Well, I can think of one example of that in my life, yes.
What was it?
Right here? You want me to tell You right here, in front of God and everybody?
Cute.
Yes, go ahead. Confession’s good for the soul.
Well, if You must know—suicide.
You’ve wanted to commit suicide?
I once thought about it very seriously. And don’t act so surprised. You know all about it.
You’re the one who stopped me.
With love, not fear.