The concept of 'God' and all the things in between...

Chapter 10: The Angel inside the Monster's body (Social transformation).

Chapter 10: The Angel inside the Monster's body (Social transformation). 

"Is God willing to prevent evil but not able to?

Then he is not omnipotent (all powerful).

Is he able, but not willing?

Then he is malevolent (bad/ill willed).

Is he both able and willing?

Then where cometh evil (then why does evil exist)?"

-Epicarus (39-270 BC)

They say that it is innate within man's nature to believe that there is an almighty being who has created him and all that he sees - that there is a God. Even before Christ was born, Greek philosphers have already dwelled on unravelling the mysteries behind an all powerful creator. Even before man invented churches, they have already found means of how to worship a God (no matter what God it is - trees, cows, the Sun, etc.). It is embedded within our DNA, they say. But is it?

The truth is, we are born without any awareness of what God is, until our theistic slash religious parents compelled us to follow a religion and inculcate all possible doctrines our young minds could not possibly digest. We are programmed to "do this, or else, you are sinning in the eyes of God."

But if there is a God, why does evil exist?

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"Oh, Dyusko! Anong nangyari sa'yo, 'Tay! Tulong! Tumawag kayo ng ambulansya! Dalian n'yo! Pakiusap! Dalliiii!"

A young voice pierced and broke the seemingly peaceful night sky with full horror. His tone was shouting with urgency and fear. Everyone circled around the bloody body of a huge man lying on the pavement studded with multiple stab wounds and trying hard to grasp for air, as if this would be his last.

The young man grabbed Bossing's huge arms bathing with blood and tried hard to put him on to his lap. He tapped Bossing's face and looked at him with his sincerest hopes of waking up after a blink and freeing themselves out of this grueling nightmare they got their poor souls trapped in.

"Hesus, anak, 'wag kang mag-alala. Inaasahan ko nang mangyayari ito. Traidor talaga sila Ramiro! Kung alam ko lang na ia-ambush nila ako sa banyo, sana naunahan ko na sila! Mga hayop sila!"

Bossing's eyes were filled with vengeful hatred and his words were oozing with anger until blood flowed out of his mouth and halted his angered speech. He grabbed Hesus' - his son's arms and stared at his grieving eyes wet with regretful tears. The tiny droplets of Hesus' tears rained down upon Bossing's face, slid down his cheeks and wiped it clean of blood. But there was too much blood to clean and mere tears would not suffice in rinsing what's tarnished.

Then it happened, true rain came falling down the dark night sky, as if it was from a movie scene. The mob started to break their circle and hurriedly ran for their own cover, leaving behind Hesus and his dying dad.

He lifted his heavy body and tried to get it back on to his lap and bear as much weight as he could carry despite the rains' force that lubricated their skin. His dad's wounded back seems to resist his embrace and slid down back to the pavement, back to the ground, reuniting to the soil, back to the dirty earthen material, that they say, where our mortal ashes came from. It is a true to life "La Pietta" scene with re-arranged characters and circumstances.