I wrote in the future tense, not past tense. That's what the "ed" means on the end of a verb. A native English speaker would have understood.
And praying FOR you is not praying TO you, which a native English speaker would have understood the difference. Subject/verb agreement make a whole lot of difference.
Nevertheless, God asks that we pray for people, and let me tell ya, only you turning to God is going to help sort you out.
I suppose you didn't see that thing that went over your head. It's called hyperbolic ironic mockery. Three free English lessons, and a theology lesson, all for you.
Less talking, corncob. More bowing. You'll offend, God.
God doesn't ask you to do anything. You give him your thanks and blessings. In this case they were to me.
The rest of what you wrote is your own journey coming to terms with this. You're obviously in denial. I really don't care how that works. One minute you're praying to me the next it's for me. Same thing. I have your prayers. Suddenly they've become uncheerful. Next time.
No I haven't offended your pagan diety. You offered. I'll take all the prayers and cheers I get. It's God you've offended. More bowing, corncob.
Okay, corncob. Thank you. I am glad you recognised me and have revered me. Despite of your emotions.
Did you see that....that thing that just whizzed past your head? It landed way over there.
You prayed for me, reverence, you drunk to me, cheers. I am your god. Now bow and say thanks.
I wrote in the future tense, not past tense. That's what the "ed" means on the end of a verb. A native English speaker would have understood.
And praying FOR you is not praying TO you, which a native English speaker would have understood the difference. Subject/verb agreement make a whole lot of difference.
Nevertheless, God asks that we pray for people, and let me tell ya, only you turning to God is going to help sort you out.
I suppose you didn't see that thing that went over your head. It's called hyperbolic ironic mockery. Three free English lessons, and a theology lesson, all for you.
Less talking, corncob. More bowing. You'll offend, God.
God doesn't ask you to do anything. You give him your thanks and blessings. In this case they were to me.
The rest of what you wrote is your own journey coming to terms with this. You're obviously in denial. I really don't care how that works. One minute you're praying to me the next it's for me. Same thing. I have your prayers. Suddenly they've become uncheerful. Next time.
No I haven't offended your pagan diety. You offered. I'll take all the prayers and cheers I get. It's God you've offended. More bowing, corncob.