The incursion of evil has always caused people to turn to the divine, to gods or to a god, in order to reorientate their life. Ingolf U. Dalferth studies the complexity of this procedure in three thought processes that deal with the central concepts in the Christian understanding of malum as privation (a lack of good), as evil-doing, and as a lack of faith. In doing so, he provides a detailed discussion of theories of theodicy, the argument from freedom, and the religious turn to God, in which the author explores the traces of the discovery of God’s goodness, justness, and love in connection with the malum experiences in ancient mythology and biblical traditions.
Today a new story is about to start, the main character this time is not what we usually see in most stories, he is not perfect, actually he's not even a good man!. Mazin is a 29 years old man, he's not that tall, not handsome, he just look so average, he is the kind of people who you don't usually notice, he lives in small apartment with a roommate, he never pay the rent, also always eats his roommate food in the fridge, he lived all his life like this, leeching on others, never helped anyone, or even cared about anything in this world except himself, because of that he had no friends at all, and he also doesn't have a family, he's been alone all his life, so many times he wondered if he will die alone, even though he loves himself, he was depressed, very depressed actually, he felt empty inside, and very lonely, no one to talk to, everyone hates him and he knows that, no purpose in life, he felt lost and sad, he tried to commit suicide twice so far, and been rescued by his roommate, but seems soon he will try again because he have nothing to live for. Sometimes something really small can do wonders, and also can change your life forever, and that is exactly what happened today. Mazin was walking slowly in his way to the restaurant he works in as waiter, he wanted to save some money so he woke up early to walk, the restaurant wasn't very far, its 40 minutes walking, even though it was early but the streets were full of people, so many going to schools and work, he watched them wondering how can they smile?, a pregnant woman was holding her son hand who is 3-4 yeats old, waiting for the bus, she was holding her son bag and she dropped it by mistake while sneezing when Mazin passed by, the woman said: please sir can you get the bag for me i cant bow, Mazin looked at her and with cold eyes he said: No, tell your son to get it, he continued to walk, why should he help her, those pregnant women want strangers to take care of them, like people dont have anything else to do, he thought, and kept walking. until he saw a dirty thin boy who looked like he is 14-16 years old, he was fighting with 2 men in small alley, the boy was holding a shoe brush and the man was pointing at his shoes saying: you expect me to pay for this poor bad job!. Mazin looked at the man's shoes, it was sparkling, he understood that the man was trying to get his shoes cleaned for free, the boy was angry and said: please sir dont say its bad, i did my best to clean it, i need the money to feed my family,. HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE!. Shouted the man and he slapped the boy face, Mazin said to himself: life is hard, but these things need to happen to the boy so he will get stronger, he continued walking away, hearing the noises coming from the man hitting the boy, suddenly he started to remember when he was same age of this boy, he was orphan and escaped from the orphanage and started begging for money because all the shops refused to hire him because of his age, he also got beaten hard, he remembered how he felt, he really wished to be helped by anyone, he cried alot, Mazin shook his head, he doesn't want to remember, he stopped and went back to the alley, and he pushed the man who was hitting the boy, the other man attacked Mazin and both men started to hit him, but surprisingly Mazin wasn't weak, he was good at fighting, (i would say its because of his life as homeless when he was teenager), when the men saw how good he is, they pushed him and ran away.
"Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find..."Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. One day, she fell down The Elite Kings' rabbit hole. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power.There were things this little girl didn't know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart...He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it's that same fire that will burn. Them. All. Down. My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest.Everything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. I'm Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead.
Some girls don''t like pretty things.Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. They say magic isn''t real, but it''s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn''t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I''m not just in the middle of this game, I''m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.This is a war of fate.𝘚𝘩𝘦''𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬.𝘚𝘩𝘦''𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯''𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.𝘐''𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦.𝘕𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.𝘕𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯''𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺-𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦.𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘐𝘵''𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴.𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘛𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘖𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺.𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯''𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦.𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯''𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯''𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦''𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳...86
