The fact that you think the words of Christ are obtuse speaks very loud about what type of a Christian disciple you are. But keep at it. I am happy to turn the other cheek, You see I believe Jesus meant the things he said and the there was not a special exclusion for wanna be defenders of the faith.
I'd consider replying to your non sequiturs if I thought you truly had the capacity for comprehension necessary to discuss the matter. But having long since concluded that you're dealing with a partial deck, I've consciously avoided any interaction with you until now.
All things considered, I think it's best if I maintain that general policy.
... every man walketh in his own way, and after the image of his own god, whose image is in the likeness of the world, and whose substance is that of an idol ...
anuj.natalcharts.biz/abfiles/mulla.html wrote:One day a neighbor called on Hodja. - Hodja, I want to borrow your donkey. - I'm sorry, Hodja said, but I've already lent it out. As soon as he had spoken, the sound of a donkey braying came from Hodja's stable. - But Hodja, I can hear your donkey in there. - Shame on you! Hodja said indignantly, whom do you believe, me or a stupid donkey?
Faith or facts. Something freudian slip ...
- Whenever a poet or preacher, chief or wizard spouts gibberish, the human race spends centuries deciphering the message. - Umberto Eco - To assert that the earth revolves around the sun is as erroneous as to claim that Jesus was not born of a virgin. - Cardinal Bellarmine at the trial of Galilei
KimberlyAnn wrote:I had a nice Easter and hope everyone else did, too.
The Easter Bunny did a teeny-tiny bit of innocent bar "hopping" on Easter Eve with a couple of friends, but still managed to do her duty the next morning. My girls love their goodies. Thank you, Easter Bunny!
<-------------------- Headache in an Easter Dress.
Ate a Cadbury Egg for breakfast,
KA
I love your easter dress!
My boys ate chocolate all day. Last year we forgot to get eggs (we never really did the easter thing before as the boys were two young) and several days later my oldest son confided in me that he must have been really bad because the easter bunny never left him any eggs. I was mortified. We had to stage an elaborate plot involving easter eggs hidden in the shoe cupboard by naughty mice. This year, both my husband and I bought eggs (our house is Asperger central, our communication is terrible), as did a visitor, so the boys got to OD on chocolate.
We spent an easter on a little island in Greece when my oldest boy was 16 months. My husband attended the orthodox services and loved it - I could hear the singing and chanting from the rental house. The boy is a ginga and shopkeepers insisted on giving him lollies and stuff when we entered a shop - one shopkeeper gave us three red boiled eggs. I have no idea of the significance - we ate them mashed on toast for easter breakfast. When my husband went to crack open his egg, he smacked it on my head. The boy copied his dad and smacked his egg over Mum's head as well.
Later we went to a restaurant - everyone ate outdoors in a tent set up for the day and the only food on offer was lamb on a spit - ordered by the kilo! They managed to find a salad for me - the boy insisted on smacking me on the head with the cherry tomatoes at random intervals through the meal. I was beginning to think dad had started a new tradition.
It was a fantastic easter - and the best time to visit Greece. My husband was taking a mid-tour break from UN duty in Kosovo. He had just recently been caught up in some 'ethnic cleansing' and had scarily dropped out of contact for a week or so while they were evacuating people, so we were celebrating on several levels.
William Schryver wrote:I'd consider replying to your non sequiturs if I thought you truly had the capacity for comprehension necessary to discuss the matter. But having long since concluded that you're dealing with a partial deck, I've consciously avoided any interaction with you until now.
All things considered, I think it's best if I maintain that general policy.
Typical blathering. That is about all your posts are good for really.
But I still love ya man! Happy belated atonement weekend.
