Drunk With Blood

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Auteur: Steve Wells

Drunk With Blood
    A few years ago, I started to document God’s killings at my blog, Dwindling in Unbelief . I began with Genesis and worked my way through the Bible, writing a post for each killing event and keeping a running count of the number of victims as I went along. I don’t think it’s ever been done before, which is a shame, since God is so proud of his killings.
    You don’t believe me? Well, here, I’ll let him tell you directly.
    I kill ... I wound ... I will make my arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh. Deuteronomy 32.39-42  (NRSV)
    Bible believers, on the other hand, are less proud of God’s killings. Oh, they like a few of them—Noah’s flood, David and Goliath, the walls of Jericho, Job’s daughters—those that can be made (with considerable dishonesty) into cute children’s stories. But the rest are completely ignored by, or completely unknown to, believers.
    I believe that most believers would stop believing in the Bible if they knew what was in it. And this is particularly true of God’s killings. All of the stories are absurd from an historical standpoint; they could not have happened the way they are told in the Bible. But what is even more damning is their unspeakable cruelty and obvious immorality. If the killings described in this book actually happened, then the God of the Bible is not the kind of God that believers pretend him to be.
    It is my hope that as God’s killings become better known, people will know better than to believe in the Bible. Such belief should be admired by no one and ridiculed by all.
    In this book, I’ve tried to count all of God’s killings: those that are numbered in the Bible and those that are not; the ones that God did himself; those that he instructed others to do; and those that, while he may not have taken an active role in, met with his approval.
    Of course, some killings are easier to count than others. When God burned to death 250 men for burning incense ( 21 ) in Numbers 16.35, we know how many were killed. But how many did God drown in the flood ( 1 ) or burn to death in Sodom and Gomorrah ( 3 )? How many first-born Egyptian children did he kill ( 9 )? There’s just no way to know for sure.
    So I have two tallies: one for the killings in which numbers are given in the Bible, excluding the others; and another that uses both the Biblical numbers and estimates when numbers are absent.
    But what about the killings that God apparently approved of, but didn’t take an active role in?
    Take the story in 1 Samuel 18.25-28, for example, in which David buys his first wife with 200 Philistine foreskins ( 68 ). Did God approve of that killing?
    Well, yes he did, if you believe the Bible, that is. God approved of everything David did, including all of his killings, with only one exception: the killing of Uriah. How do we know this? Because it says so in the Bible.
    David did that which was right in the eyes of the LORD, and turned not aside from any thing that he

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