I don't understand. You worked here, you preached here.
That's not what counted.
What do you mean?
I knew the words. I could quote them, chapter and verse. But that's not enough. You have to believe.
Believe? Believe in what? In a God who killed my father? A God took my mother and my brother, and ripped them out of this world?! A God who crashes planes and destroys cities?!
He took them to protect them!
From what?
From the darkest time in the history of this world: persecution, war, and seven years of darkness. He took them to heaven.
And what about the rest of us? What about me? What am I supposed to do?
It's not about what we do. It's about asking for forgiveness, and turning our lives-
STOP IT!! The God my mother talked about would never do something like this!
Chloe, please, listen to me!
Listen to you? Why should I? You didn't even listen to you!
