(September 3, 2015 at 3:22 pm)Drich Wrote:(September 3, 2015 at 12:37 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Its not a waste if christers take it seriously and actually try, but I garan-fucking-tee they won't. Except drich who has already stated he basically has nothing.
Again, Christianity/Biblicall Christianity does not work that way. We are told not to throw peals before swine. As FF pointed out this is just a cheap trick. Why would any of us 'try' if sandy is content in his miso-theism?
You also are told to emulate christ. But you fall very short in that regard. Because you we also told to love thy neighbor as they self, which means that if your neighbor is sick you heal, if he is hungry you feed him, and so on. Instead you come on here and where jesus was humble (even when angry, he was humble) your so self-righteous it is sickening. Do you ignore the parable of the seeds on the path? Or jesus sending out the 72? The writing of the apostle peter? Or paul's urging to spread the good news? If you do not throw your pearls to the swine then why did paul travel to many cities that were hostile to his message? Jesus came to us a teacher so poor that many of us living in the west now would find it hard to even imagine his life. Do you remember what jesus said to the rich man that asked "what must I do to get into the kingdom of heaven?" Well this question is not so different, and jesus's answer certainly wasn't "I dont cast pearls to swine."
Yet here you sit with more wealth and power then that rich man could have ever imagined and you lecture us on the true path to heaven.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
