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.

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.