So, I poisoned his coffee this morning and watched him drink it.
If the Pentateuch is not inspired in its astronomy, geology, geography, history or philosophy, if it is not inspired concerning slavery, polygamy, war, law, religious or political liberty, or the rights of men, women and children, what is it inspired in, or about? The unity of God?__hat was believed long before Moses was born. Special providence?__hat has been the doctrine of ignorance in all ages. The rights of property?__heft was always a crime. The sacrifice of animals?__hat was a custom thousands of years before a Jew existed. The sacredness of life?__here have always been laws against murder. The wickedness of perjury?__ruthfulness has always been a virtue. The beauty of chastity?__he Pentateuch does not teach it. Thou shalt worship no other God?__hat has been the burden of all religions.
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If the Pentateuch is not inspired in its astronomy, geology, geography, history or philosophy, if it is not inspired concerning slavery, polygamy, war, law, religious or political liberty, or the rights of men, women and children, what is it inspired in, or about? The unity of God?__hat was believed long before Moses was born. Special providence?__hat has been the doctrine of ignorance in all ages. The rights of property?__heft was always a crime. The sacrifice of animals?__hat was a custom thousands of years before a Jew existed. The sacredness of life?__here have always been laws against murder. The wickedness of perjury?__ruthfulness has always been a virtue. The beauty of chastity?__he Pentateuch does not teach it. Thou shalt worship no other God?__hat has been the burden of all religions.
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