See...that is where you have no idea what I think or feel? I care about "creativesoul", and I think he knows this. I have the utmost respect for him.

Kat

well it's just somewhat odd to "witness" how some christians not practice what they preach while in the same breathe condemning others to hell for displaying the exact same behavior

there are chrisitinas on this site that set perfect examples how christians supposely should present themselves and in return are given the upmost respect because it's a chance to see their point of view and then then it's the fake christians that whine and cry "woe is me" while spewing out obscenities that would make a sailor blush

isn't such behavior a disrespect to their god or does it show they have no respect for god or anyone

People just can't take the heat of a debate or argument and then it degrades to insults.

You can't expect everyone to play nice nice happy happy joy joy all the time.

I prefer honest. I don't take things so personal. I understand people get passionate about things. That doesn't bother me. I would just like to get to know the them for who they are not for how nice they can pretend to be. That is their fake persona.

I don't like fake persona's, they aren't real.

People just need to be real and try to maintain their calm.

JB

I think thought it was

Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll





Although I don't do drugs, so for me it is more like

Sex , pizza, rock and roll

if heaven is going to be full of people like you, then Ill take a pass.....

because they are not certain.

If I Were At That Cross

The day He took that cross on the hill
Would have been the day I cried,
Watching Him struggle with burden
Knowing how hard He tried.
That cross was my burden He carried
That was to take away my sin,
With all the burden He carried
To let life begin again.

If I were at that cross that day
I would have touched His robe,
To feel His power and strength
And the knowledge He'd known.
The day they nailed Him to the cross
And the strength that He bled,
Dying for all my sins
And all the world that He fed.

I would have offered Him a drink
In which for Him to sup,
I would never have given him vinegar
From that little silver cup.
I would have quenched from the blood
So it would have cleansed my soul,
Because I knew what His life meant
And what He has told.

Forgive them Father, for they know
Not what they've done,
You've brought Me into this life
So I could lead them home.
I died here on this cross
As your only begotten Son,
So that they shall live forever
Because I was Your chosen One.

Star-tin..

Remaining blissfully ignorant doesn't work for me, so I ask the hard questions and I believe we have the capacity to understand creation, and the workings of reality and the universe and yes, God.

JB

Yeh, why try? Why not just remain ignorant and blind?

If that works for you, I guess ignorance is bliss.


JB

Ok I am not a Christian but I believe very strongly in the power of prayer.

My daughter is very ill. I had to put her into a mental hospital yesterday. She is so far refusing all treatment.
If any of you would be kind enough to pray for the child of a non-Christian, I would be grateful.

Thank you. I hope I haven't invaded your thread inappropriately.

I am going to go make some popcorn....

That was a Lucky Strike. I see your point.

True Christians just taste better. Ask any lion. Some lions would just rather fight than switch.

Really? I believed you because I really do remember being born.

The first thing I noticed is the rush of cold air around my body. Then the being held upside down and the spank on the bottom. Twice.

I remember thinking, "That was highly unnecessary." Only not in words. As a new born, you do not think in words, you only think in non verbal thoughts. I was really mad at that person who hit me.

That's all I remember.

Many things between then and now are a blur. I seem to only remember certain events that were traumatic or a turning point in my life. The rest is like a dream.

JB

Last night I had a dream and in that dream I saw a quantum matrix of energy in which our reality existed.

This energy held precise information which had repeating patterns.

Within these repeating patterns life existed and grew in a three (or more) dimensional space of an unknown shape.

The thing that stood out most was that these were repeating patterns, exact and precise in their movements, and the life forms within this matrix moved about withing these patterns, and yet the patterns remained the same.

I don't know what it meant, if it meant anything at all. It was like the Matrix, only it was a multi-dimensional set of patterns. Like a computer program that was turned on.

I got the feeling that in the twinkle of an eye, someone could turn it off and unplug it and everything would just disappear.

JB