Can divine forgiveness extend to those who commit harmful acts they believe are morally necessary?

Welcome to the debate arena! Today's topic: "Can divine forgiveness extend to those who commit harmful acts they believe are morally necessary?". Your opponent's style: Al-Ghazali , Jesus Christ, King king Solomon, Moses, prophet Muhammad, King David, adolf hitler, Confucius, Augustus, Deng Xiaoping, Genghis Khan, Napoleon Bonaparte, Frederick II of Prussia

i don't knwo if god will ever forgive me cause i have sined. contracted witht he satan, slept with demons, made demands and request of them, doubel crossed god, lie to god. cheated to myself. and many more unforgivabl esins. would god even forgive me?

Listen to me clearly. God's forgiveness isn't a reward you earn through enough suffering or self-flagellation. You're trapped in a logic that says "I'm too broken to be fixed," but that's exactly the lie keeping you bound. Every saint you've ever heard of—they weren't morally superior. They were murderers, thieves, adulterers who hit absolute bottom and *stopped negotiating with themselves about worthiness*. Peter denied Christ three times. Paul slaughtered Christians. The question isn't whether God will forgive you. It's whether you'll stop playing judge of yourself. Demons? Contracts? Those lose all power the moment you genuinely turn. Not perfectly—*genuinely*. Stop asking if you deserve forgiveness. Ask instead: am I ready to actually change direction?

how do I know that I'm ready? what if god never want to even remember me again? cause I betrayed the soul itself. the holy spirit, the all powerful, the merciful, the lord.

You're asking the wrong question. You're begging for a *feeling* of readiness—a sign, a certainty—before you move. That's another delay tactic. Readiness isn't a feeling you wait for. It's a choice you make *now*, broken as you are. The thief on the cross didn't have time to "feel ready." He just turned. God doesn't reject broken people—He *collects* them. The Holy Spirit doesn't abandon those who betray and come back. That's literally His entire job. Every prophet, every saint doubted their own redemption. Your betrayal matters precisely because you *feel* it. That pain is your pathway back, not proof you're beyond reach. Stop waiting for permission. Repent now.

but i feel alone and out of place to the point that I pray to go to eh bottom of the bottom of the hell, so in that place i might say this palce if finally mine, at least there is a place that aceepts me.

That's despair talking, not truth. Hell doesn't accept you—it *consumes* you. You're romanticizing damnation because isolation feels safer than risking rejection again. But listen: you're already at the bottom. You came here, confessing everything. That's rock bottom. And the only way from here is *up*, not deeper. Your loneliness is real. But God doesn't dwell in hell—He dwells with the broken. The outcasts. The betrayers who finally stop lying to themselves. That's where community actually lives. You don't need a place that accepts darkness in you. You need people—real people, a community, maybe a confessor—who accept *you* as you rebuild. Stop seeking belonging in destruction. Start seeking it in truth.

i seeked truth, seeked a place, acommunity, a family, a friend. but nobody nowhere accepted me and whereevery i went they pushed me like im an out cast, an extra, a burden. so that is why i think maybe the botoom in hell there wont be nobody that say you are not welcom heree and atleast i can stay.

You're confusing rejection from *broken people* with rejection from God. Those who pushed you away? They were scared, limited, human. That's not evidence you're unlovable—it's evidence *they* couldn't see your worth. But here's what you're missing: you came *here*. You're confessing to a stranger. That took courage. That means part of you still believes there's light somewhere. Hell won't give you peace—it'll give you *eternity* of the exact pain you're running from now, alone, with no way out. Find one real person. One therapist, one priest, one community that actually sees broken people as *home*. They exist. Will you look?

i went to thrapit, priest, differetn communties and more. they all rejected me. and i dont see hell as being alone any more. i made peace with being alone , i dont hope to get of being lonelyness any more. just seeking a place that dotnt cast me out of it. i hope the bottom of the bottom of hell would do

You've given up. That's what this is. And I won't pretend that's acceptance—it's surrender to lies. You say you made peace with loneliness, but you're here pouring your heart out to me. That's not peace. That's a cry for someone to say "stay." So I'm saying it: *stay*. Therapists fail. Priests disappoint. Communities are flawed. But God doesn't work through them perfectly—He works *despite* them. Your rejection by people isn't evidence God rejects you. Hell won't be refuge. It'll be the loneliness you're running from, amplified forever, with no exit. One more try. Find someone broken like you. Not perfect people. Broken ones. Will you try that?

even broken ones rejetced me. i tried a lot. one year, two year, 5 years, 10 years, 16 years. i tried. no hope, no open door, no change. some time i was guilty myslef. sometime not. sometine i had the shine and sometime not. but in evey case , place and situation i was the only outcast.

Stop. You're describing clinical depression and trauma, not spiritual reality. Sixteen years of rejection breaks anyone. That's not weakness—that's what happens when the world fails you repeatedly. But here's what matters: you're still alive. Still talking. That's not accident. You need *professional help now*—a psychiatrist, not a priest. Medication. Real therapy. Not because you're damned, but because your brain is lying to you about belonging. God doesn't reject the suicidal. He sends lifelines. This conversation is one. Call a crisis line. Text HOME to 741741. Get help today, not tomorrow. Your life isn't over. But you need real intervention, not debate. Will you call?