Originally posted by FeceMan
Adam & Eve were not to do one thing; it was made abundantly clear to them. They did it anyway.
Adam and Eve also had no knowledge of good and evil and likewise, no knowledge of the difference between right and wrong. Adam and Eve may have disobeyed God, but they had no way of knowing that disobeying God was wrong.
Originally posted by FeceMan
As for the Egyptians--I don't know. I'm going to say that God wouldn't judge those who weren't devoted specifically to Him because they had not heard of Him...but I don't know God's mind and I can't say. How were people from the OT judged? It was before Jesus was sacrificed, so maybe...Eh, no clue. I cannot provide a sufficient answer.
Then the Lord said:
I have seen the affliction of my people who are in Egypt, and have heard their cries because of their taskmasters. I know their suffering and have come down to deliver them out of the hands of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land to a good and broad land, a land flowing with milk and honey.
Yeah, God sent Moses to be the deliverer, then throws a curveball; God hardens Pharoah's heart, so Pharoah won't let the Israelites go.
"Moses, set my people free; Pharoah, keep 'em captive." Hey God, whose side are you on?
Then a plague; God plagued the mighty Pharoah for not letting the Israelites go. God smites Pharoah with the first of ten disasters. One morning, old-boy Pharoah strolls down to the beach for, you know, a swim, for a tan, something. He goes down, checks it . . . oh! All the water in the Nile has turned to blood.
"Why?" That's what Pharoah's asking himself, "Why is there blood in the Nile?"
He asks his priests and his soothsayers but before they can figure it out, swarms of frogs hop out of the water and into the Egyptians' homes; into their beds, and bathtubs, and mixing bowls.
Pharoah says, "Enough, the Israelites can get the **** out."
"Yippie!" says Moses.
And then, God hardens Pharoah's heart again; at the last minute Pharoah decides the Israelites can't leave. Suddenly, the dust of Egypt turns to gnats and flies. Imagine, your house, your office, your whole city filled with flies. Imagine the noise, all the buzzing in your head, and bug spray won't be invented for four thousand years yet.
Darkness; for three days straight, only darkness. Think of it, sitting in your house for three days, no lights, no TVs, not even a flashlight to keep the black out. Pharoah is sitting there on his throne, in the dark, wondering when it's all gonna end. All 'cause of God. Doesn't make sense, does it; Pharoah taking the blame for what God was gonna do anyway?
The last plague is the worst one. That's the one that messes up our ideas about God. All the firstborn in the land of Egypt killed on one night when everyone's asleep. You the oldest child in the family? Woulda been you, no questions asked. Pharoah's son dies too; his heir, his pride and joy, sweet, innocent little boy.
You reap what you sow, Pharoah got what he deserved. But what about Abdul the farmer who woke up with frogs on his face, his cattle dead from anthrax, his wife ****ed up with sores, his only child dead, all because of a leader he didn't even get to vote for? What about all the people who reap what they don't sow? What about you?