I am special, God sent his son to save me from eternal hellfire. Since I am special, I am better than all of those who are not special like me. I am God's special V.I.P. guest, I roll with my boy Jesus, and he is God's only son so my boy Jesus can do whatever he wants and since Jesus is my boy I can do anything I want also. I don't need to be anything like Jesus or have any of his virtues, that's what he was for, so I could pretend I have his virtues. I Have the backing of God behind me and all I have to do is claim God told me to do something and then all limits are off.
Since I am God's special chosen V.I.P. with my boy Jesus, that means it is my job to gather the masses together to brag about how amazing I am. I tell people that I am "witnessing" to them about my Lord and Savior but in reality, I'm just bragging about how special I am that I get to go to heaven while all the losers around me have to go to hell. I do find it rather odd that no one seems to care that they are going to hell, which infuriates me. I mean, shouldn't they care that they are going to hell? I use my frustration that other people won't do what I demand of them and get "saved" and I persecute all those who won't listen to me telling them how special I am while calling it righteous anger, since we all know how special, I alone, am to God.
I don't even need Jesus anymore, since I only used him to get a direct connection to God. Now that God has my back, I can conquer the world and make sure every single person that's alive will know how special I am. I will convert everyone's beliefs to my own and then everyone will see just how special I am, and they will all get on their knees and beg my forgiveness of them. I will redeem the fallen world with my generous attitude of forgiveness, and I will become the new God, and then no one will ever need to find out that God has never actually spoken to me, and I made it all up.
