"Don't forget to vote for me—if you think it's better than all the rest."
"What chutzpah, you have. Don't you have no ethics?"
"Ethics? What's that?"
"Like practicing what you preach. Don't you tell the world to trust in God? Have faith and all that kind of thing?"
"And here you are stuffing mailboxes with your begging—"
"Oh, never mind—you don't have to read it. Only if you have the time. I didn't mean to bother you..."
"If you didn't mean to bother me—then why did you send it? Obviously you are trawling for votes. Isn't it a bit unethical? Or should I mention, hypocritical for one who preaches that I should trust in God for my daily provision and be happy with my lot? "
"Really, I didn't mean—"
"You didn't? And really you don't know that sending more than 25 addresses at a time is considered spam by Lycos?"
"It wasn't me..."
"No, really, you managed to fake a header? Didn't you learn somewhere about the lilies of the field spinning not and having not and yet..."
"Oh boy, all I wanted..."
"Weren't you angling to have everyone on your mailiing list vote for you and take first? Isn't that a bit greedy? ambitious? self-centered? shall I add morally bankrupt and corrupt? "
"Ach, but you're the same person who will write up some article on immodest clothing and the scandal of navel piercing. Tell me which is worse, really, a navel piercing or fishing for votes? You see it really stinks like decomposing sole. You're acting like a shark amongst the minnows... or rather let's say it's not difficult to see the shark's bulking silhouette in the shallows. It does no real good to equivocate because your motive was transparent—so please don't go around preaching to the world to trust in God when you obviously don't trust in God yourself. And if winning is all that so important, then there's something really wrong with your values."
"And besides—what criteria do you propose for voting on your work? None. Absolutely none, other than self-interest."
"Shark bit your leg?"
"Well, suppose if China can deliver walking catfish that leap 16 ft in the air to the US, then giant squid inland can't be impossible—but did you really think I like being baited? Or have you completely forgotten how things were started. Shall I remind you? Then sit down. Quit looking so green about the gills—
In the beginning, God Created the heavens and the earth, sun, moon, stars and a nice garden. And after all the plants and animals were designed, he fashioned man out of mud. Nothing grand, just ordinary clay. And unlike all the other animals, man was naked, weak and relatively defenseless.
And in the center of this Garden—in the most obvious place—God put a tree and hung a sign on it: DO NOT EAT.
So what did he do? His first action? He covered himself and hid in the shadows when God called his name. Prevarication became his middle name.
But man was created with free-will with the right to make his own decisions. Without taking a bite, man was doomed to be an idiot for his entire life, which then, was forever. Forever is a very long time to be a doomed idiot—and so instead he became a wise fool.
Ps 104: 26-27 There go the ships, and there is that Leviathan, whom thou hast made to take his pastime therein. These all wait upon thee, that thou mayest give them meat in due season."
Don't bait, instead of a flounder you might get a shark—and that would be bad.