I guess I'm not winning any points for my side but knowing people and where they stand in all of this personafies their character. We need to know who is Mother Theresa and who is Adolf Hitler and not wait till they are gone to realize the outcome.
People speak of not judging but it goes on every day; courts, traffic, work all aspects of life whether we can identify or not, has some form of judgement. Morals did not come from under a rock....give me a break.

I really can't see where religion binds people or thought processes. Call me naive but was our morals dreamed up? We were raised in a country founded on religious beliefs and thus were our laws derived from; like it or not. It's been our turning away from GOD that has caused this deteriation. I would like to know what country or civilization acquired it's power or pretige without the source of worship of some kind of diety.

That's just asking for total chaios; no laws, no moral standards. I think this is already in place called 'satanism' or 'self centerdness'. Stealing, killing and destroying most common. So sorry you are unable to find a religion of your liking; maybe pride is a factor.

Another one of your infamous misdirected replies. but as per your view of the ROMAN era, was their water poisoned to?

In that marvelous knowledge you call a brain, you're forgetting to mention 'wormwood'. It's a comet or meterorite that comes into contact with Earth or did that happen to during the Roman regime.

Once again, rabbit, bitterness has griped your heart. Why don't you share a similar story how Zeus saved someone in a like manner. Maybe you could convert some of us.
Great post, sexy...It's comforting to know we're not alone. GOD bless
T mie

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'

His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what? "IT,S TIME WE GATHER OUR TRACTS TOGETHER " DAD AND GO OUT"



DAD RESPONDS, SON' IT,S VERY COLD OUTSIDE AND IT,S POURING DOWN RAIN'' The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.' despondently, the boy ask's, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son , you can go. Here are the tract s, be careful son.'

'Thanks Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gosp el Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone- chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. H e rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.



He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady.



She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my ve ry last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.



You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.' I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, ' Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read sl owly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.
You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated.

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.

Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy u nspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.
Happy Sabbath

Thanks Jistme for putting out that fire. It could have been a scorcher.
Jesse, I always try to keep an open mind about things and was only attempting to seek other views, but being sterotyped because of my beliefs doesn't make me an enemy of the topic. There are many things I know not of and asking questions is a way of finding out. Sorry if you took my point in error.

Good points and very well taken, Jesse. I guess we should look for the founder of 'love' and how it was placed in us. In my thinking, 'like' is the first stage of 'love'. Do you think this is wrong thinking?
Britty posted this in the coffeehouse and I thought it would be an appropiate post to place here.

He who knows Love
By Elsa Barker

HE who knows Love—becomes Love, and his eyes
Behold Love in the heart of everyone,
Even the loveless: as the light of the sun
Is one with all it touches. He is wise
With undivided wisdom, for he lies
In Wisdom’s arms. His wanderings are done,
For he has found the Source whence all things run—
The guerdon of the quest, that satisfies.

He who knows Love becomes Love, and he knows
All beings are himself, twin-born of Love.
Melted in Love’s own fire, his spirit flows
Into all earthly forms, below, above;
He is the breath and glamour of the rose,
He is the benediction of the dove.

Heavenly Father GOD, we give YOU thanks for all the men & women courageously fighting in a foreign country against terrorism. We ask that YOUR hands be the hands of the surgeons working on this soldier and that YOU strengthen the family to bare this tradgic event in their lives. We pray for peace throughout all the world. amen.

I appreciate you posting that, Telephoneman. I'll take advantage of it but I don't think our adversaries will.lol

OH, I thought you had to 'like' someone before 'loving' that person. Maybe it's a guy thing.

Hey Karmafury and Jesse; at what point does being 'liked' turn into 'love'?

Shaden, your point drives home 'commitment'. And you're right, love does involve total committment. It just might be the fear that keeps us from it. Hope you get that silly song out of your head.

Bob Butler lost his legs in a 1965 land mine explosion in Vietnam. He returned home a war hero. Twenty years later, he proved once again that heroism comes from the heart.

Butler was working in his garage in a small town in Arizona on a hot summer day; when he heard a woman's screams coming from a nearby house. He began rolling his wheelchair toward the house but the dense shrubbery wouldn't allow him access to the back door. So he got out of his chair and started to crawl through the dirt and bushes.

“I had to get there”, he says. “It didn't matter how much it hurt”. When Butler arrived at the pool there was a three-year-old girl named Stephanie Hanes lying at the bottom. She had been born without arms and had fallen in the water and couldn't swim. Her mother stood over her baby screaming frantically. Butler dove to the bottom of the pool and brought little Stephanie up to the deck. Her face was blue; she had no pulse and was not breathing.

Butler immediately went to work performing CPR to revive her while Stephanie's mother telephoned the fire department. She was told the paramedics were already out on a call. Helplessly, she sobbed and hugged Butler's shoulder.

As Butler continued with his CPR, he calmly reassured her. Don't worry, he said. “I was her arms to get out of the pool. It'll be okay. I am now her lungs. Together we can make it”.

Seconds later the little girl coughed, regained consciousness, and began to cry. As they hugged and rejoiced together the mother asked Butler how he knew it would be okay. The truth is, “I didn't know”, he told her. “But when my legs were blown off in the war, I was all alone in a field. No one was there to help except a little Vietnamese girl. As she struggled to drag me into her village, she whispered in broken English, 'It okay. You can live. I be your legs. Together we make it'”. Her kind words brought hope to my soul and I wanted to do the same for Stephanie.

There are simply those times when we cannot stand alone. There are those times when we need someone to be our legs, our arms, our friend.

Great post, Miss Britty. Wow, I'm very impressed. There's no doubt you know about love. are you married?

45 min. east of the burgh.

Great post, Crazy and I hope you draw concrete conclusions from this. So, please keep your mind open.
Like everything else, man messes up everything, government, religion, non religious beliefs but we must have guidelines to live by. How else can you keep a multitude of people organized in some fashion, but belief systems. Oh yea, Christians are wrong in the way they defend their beliefs but not many correctly defend their beliefs without offending someone else. I applaude you for your efforts in being a wholesome person.
In the Old Testament, there is mention of a Messiah coming through the prophets. It's hard to believe and hard to digest. But if you could look at this country 50 years ago and see how it was in better shape than it is now and look at it now, what would you give credit for that? Good luck with your quest.
T mie

Surely you know what love is, sexyklp. It's that little thing that gives you butterflies in your tummy when a certain individual is around. I bet you had many.