Brother Joe's body trembled slightly. He made the sign of the cross on his chest, interlacing his fingers: "God..."
Moore forced a smile and pointed to the top of his head as he said, "After that day, I learned a lesson."
What's the reasoning behind that?
"At least one statement in the Bible is wrong."
Which sentence?
"God is both omnipotent and loving."
Monk Joe opened his eyes wide in confusion.
Moore said, word by word, "If God is omnipotent, then He must have the ability to stop the heretics from slaughtering His people, but He did not do so, which proves that He is not loving towards His people; if God is loving, then He must have wanted to stop the heretics from slaughtering His people, but He failed to do so, so He is certainly not omnipotent!"
"Therefore, either God's omnipotence or His love must be a lie... or perhaps both are lies..."
Hearing this, Qiao was stunned.
He wanted to refute this view, but logically he didn't know where to begin.
It was only then that he remembered that the priest in front of him had once earned the Pope's personal praise through debate and preaching.
"In that massacre, dozens of villagers from Thousand Wood Village who followed me either died or fled. The village chief, Akman Shokola, was captured by barbarian soldiers and enslaved. In comparison, I only lost my left hand, which is really lucky..." Mur said dejectedly, clutching his empty left sleeve.
Qiao sighed, "His Holiness the Holy Son risked his life to cover the retreating civilians, staying behind to fight the powerful enemy. In this respect, he is far superior to those people in the church... By the way, you mentioned at the beginning that you wanted to apply for farmland?"
Moore nodded: "I don't want to go back to the church anymore, and I'm too ashamed to face the villagers of Qianmu Village. Becoming a farmer is perhaps the best choice for me."
“You studied at the Capital Theological Seminary and can read and write four languages. Your theological theory and eloquence are exceptional. Being a farmer? That's such a waste! Let me think…” Joe stroked his bald head, pondered for a moment, and then said, “Muxi Academy has been planning to establish a theology department. Also, the Muxi Cathedral will be officially completed next spring, and we need to recruit deacons, masters of ceremonies, and stewards. I can write you a letter of recommendation and find you a good position.”
For the first time, a genuine smile appeared on Moore's face: "That would be wonderful!"
A moment later, he noticed a hint of embarrassment on Joe's face and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
The monk waved his hand and forced a smile, "It's not difficult, but the king has been a bit 'busy' lately. I haven't seen him for quite some time. The list and the hiring process might be a little delayed..."
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