I can't think of anyone more fortunate in all the world than the person who can honestly and sincerely say he or she loves work. The person who can get up Monday morning and honestly and sincerely look forward to spending the next eight or so hours doing what's necessary to pay the bills; keep the kids fed, clothed, and educated; keep a roof overhead. Work. Work</I
My teaching on this goes further but you get the jist. Your teaching? Now, would that be 'teaching' you've received from others? Or something you've thought up yourself - because we all know what the position of the New Testament on women teachers is. Don't we?
To island_gurl12: Can you write an article about this experience, or a link to it if you've already written about it? I find this very interesting. Thanks! Yes I can. And may even pass the remainder of the day in doing so (it's 92+ degrees outside and I have no desire to go anywhere or do anyth
To Mm: No use in crying over spilt milk. But for some at least a great temption nonetheless - Lucas springs most readily to mind.
To Tova7: I read your linked article. It's well written and to me not that surprising. I've heard such voices. On the night of my conversion and again, many years later. That first time, I had no other context, no other symbol with which to explain what had happened. I'd been spending time with Christian people, listening to them explain the universe as they saw it - and their eschatology was the only type of explanation I had that seemed to
What's life without pain? It occurred to me long ago that, usually, we remember with greatest clarity the moments that we hated most. Whereas happy times rapidly blur away to almost nothing. Plus, what I was then is directly related to what I am now. I can't be the one without having been the other. So there's little point to repining over past misery.
To foreverserenity: I used to be able to do a very passable Jamaican accent as a result of six years there. The schoolyard was immense, able to accommodate more than 1800 loosely spread out kids at once. The School itself was a giant monolith laid on its side (well over 100 feet tall). It had four main doors, four elevators, four staircases (yellow, brown, green and blue) and out the back was the schoolyard (that quite frequently saw
To BakerStreet: Stop fluttering your lashes, love. It won't work, despite your desperate attempts to woo me through pretending you're some icy intellectual. I see through your girlish pretences. I know that, behind those foolish and not very effective attempts at disdain, your little heart throbs only for me. But, alas for you, tis not to be - I am immune to your charms (though I have heard that you look very good in a thong....) <B
To island_gurl2: Thank you. For a reply that's honest and non-self-serving and on topic. You're perfectly correct. You have no way to convince me that your experience of Truth is the same as my experience of the truth. But this article was never about that (though doe-eyed Lazarus, in his coquettish way, has tried to turn the argument into something like that - batting his eyelashes at me all the while, of course). It was and is about correspo
To BakerStreet: from the outset, your contributions to this thread have been directed toward the author, not the article. Why is that? Comments directed toward description and analysis of your responses have been ignored and each response - despite the fact that you, Lazarus, assured me you had no interest in taking part - has been an attempt to turn away from the topic at hand to a discussion of myself. My, how you dote on me.<BR
To KFC: "While a Christian can and does most certainly sin, he cannot stay and wallow in sin. Why? Because the father is always watching. He may allow us to wallow in the pigpen for a bit but then he reaches down, cleans us up and shows us that we were not meant to be there." And free will is where, in this? If the situation is as you suggest, then God is peculiarly selective in whom he allows to 'wallow in sin' and whom he reaches do
I always look at a woman's eyebrows. For the very good reason that they're exactly the same color as her pubic hair... And what's wrong with unshaved armpits? Have you not heard of armpit sex? Interesting, but requires a certain athleticism on the part of the participants. As well as a stable surface to work on.
To Lucas: Oh I have teeth. I have such teeth, and talent in using them, that I *could* make your life hell. I'd find it less difficult to type if I wasn't laughing so hard.
To BakerStreet: Your faith, on your own testimony, is a ragbag of ideas which (for all I know) may change on a daily basis dependant on the degree to which you find them acceptable or convenient. This may not be the actual case. The actual case may be, in reality, that the practice of your faith is consistent and stringent. But nobody could tell that's the case from what you yourself have presented here. What you portray here i
To Lucas: Poor little puppy. Not grown teeth of your own yet?
To Lucas: still here? I thought you didn't want to play kick the puppy any more? But, since you evidently do... It's not the part of a wise man, Lucas, to join a fool in his folly. Especially when his folly is unintelligible to you... You took the words and said them exactly how I would love to have. If
To BakerStreet: the more you deny what your faith requires of you the more ridiculous you become - and the more evident is the canting nonsense you substitute for the dogmas and doctrines of the faith you profess. I believe the phrase 'Whited sepulchre' is appropriate at this point.
To KFC: you're fooling yourself. I don't believe you ever had it to begin with. If you had, you wouldn't be here like this now. You're at liberty to believe whatever you want - but by beginning in this way you demonstrate exactly the quality that I accuse you of being possessed by - the rush to judgment and the condemnation of those who
To island-gurl2: I believe, because when I finally asked I was answered. But years later it transpired that what had answered me was not 'Jesus christ' but something entirely different, Nameless, and far more terrible. I appreciate that there are many, many, genuine testimonies as to the transformative power of conversion to Christianity. But there are just as many, just as inspiring, stories of the transformative power of converting to Islam (the most widely known example bein
I've always been able to appreciate the well-meant (if condescending) concern of the honest and sincere Christian for the eternal welfare of the souls of others. And I can see how and why, for such a Christian, such a poem might be inspiring. Unfortunately, this concern walks hand in hand with a pernicious and entirely anti-Biblical judgment of the final state of others. It's no part of the Christian to lament over something he or she can't k
To KFC: Speak up you non believer or keep the silence that condemns you. Happily. What angered me against you was your original dismissal of something that I'd expended time and serious thought to create. I don't write without reason and what I write (as in an article itself) I require to b
To Tova7: I've forgotten almost all my childhood. I had to think long and hard to dredge up even these few memories. While those years were in some ways quite nightmarish in the end I took from them valuable lessons. Never trust authority. Be independent in soul, if not in body. Make sure the ground you fight on (literally and metaphorically) is in your favor before engaging in battle. When you do strike, strike your hardest and with absolute
To BakerStreet: The idea that anyone is going to back any of this up is pretty silly. If he wants to believe it, fine. It doesn't effect my belief, nor does my belief require me to bait other people about theirs. If he wants to debate how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, fine, but until someone can prove the e
To cactoblasta: So historically Jesus was as much a Muslim as he was a Jew, or at least he's claimed as such by Islam. Certainly there's a shared heritage between them, and a familial line, and in the interest of clear thinking that in itself is something worth pointing out - especially in our
To Lucas: I usually do. She keeps you around for the same reason I'm willing to - it's fun to kick the helplessly immature and defenseless now and then. THAT is what I call my case. Faith. NOT religion. Faith in what , Lucas? The Supreme Artichoke? The Unavoidable Return of the I
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