RE: Do we have psychopaths in out mist?
December 11, 2013 at 11:46 pm
(This post was last modified: December 11, 2013 at 11:49 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(December 11, 2013 at 11:37 pm)StrongWaters Wrote:No the first human was born when barrieya used a spear to create a vagina in Eingana. Eingana swallowed the blackfellows with in herself and went into a watering hole. She then came creaiming in agony with everything inside her until barrieya created a vagina with a spear and birthed everything.(December 11, 2013 at 11:28 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: There I fixed that
Oh come esquilax, don't be so hard on him. After all his gods action are apparently overruled by Paul the PR guy
Who is God? Who is the Son of God? Who is the Lord of the OT?
Luke 3
the son of Enoch,
the son of Jared, the son of Mahalalel,
the son of Kenan, 38 the son of Enosh,
the son of Seth, the son of Adam,
the son of God.
The Son of God is Adam. Jesus is the Last Adam (1 Corinthians 15). The Lord is the Son of God in Genesis 2 that made the garden and restricted the fruit.
Who are you in relation to the Son of God?
1 Corinthians 10
16 Is not the cup of thanksgiving for which we give thanks a participation in the blood of Christ? And is not the bread that we break a participation in the body of Christ? 17 Because there is one loaf, we, who are many, are one body, for we all share the one loaf.
The Cup is the womb of the mother that we pass to the next generation. The bread is (DNA) Christ, the body. We, who are many, are ONE loaf. You blast the Son of God in the OT not realizing it is YOU!
Think again who God is in relation to the Son he raises. What are his promises to the ones who deny He is their Father?
Infact even now she holds a sinew of all of us and if she drops it we die.
DO I have make it anymore clear that it does matter worth shit what paul wrote when he have GOD'S ACTIONS in the OT in supposedly INSPIRED books.
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.
