(January 22, 2014 at 12:00 am)Drich Wrote:Drich, how many fucking times have we been over your A/S/K bit, atleast a dozen? Have I not personally attested to that It does not work?(January 21, 2014 at 11:46 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Because all we have of the jesus of yesterday is largely inaccurate accounts of hearsay recorded by anonymous authors, given to us through copies of copies of copies. This way I would have soemthign far more credible to put my faith into.,
But, that's just it.. We do not put our faith into copies of copies of copies of a book written in a foreign language on one speaks anymore.
That book is just a map to find God. Once you follow the map you truly find God. It is God in whom we put our faith. The bible says do x+y+z and God will do 1,2,3. When you receive 1,2,3 you will have direct access to God.
Jesus said He had to leave so God could send the Holy Spirit. It is the Holy Spirit of God that we have direct access to.
If Jesus commanded crowds of 5000+ back in the day! how many millions would swap Him today? Do you really think you would get to see that man? With the introduction of the Holy Spirit everyone is offered a piece or measure of the Holy Spirit, if you simply a,s,k for it.
This is how I do what I do here and in life. (Through the strength and power of the Holy Spirit.)
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.
