RE: Looking For Another Christian (please ignore if you are not a believer.
July 31, 2014 at 4:23 am
(July 31, 2014 at 3:11 am)Esquilax Wrote:(July 30, 2014 at 10:59 pm)Revelation777 Wrote: You are being very disrespectful, please communicate civilly.
See, this. This right here. This is what I was talking about in that other thread where you wanted to know if we wanted you gone. If you'd gone on from this to actually refute- or even address- the points being made would have been one thing, but when you just demand that we conduct ourselves the way you want us to, like some school mistress at a british boarding school, that's quite another. That's disrespectful.
If I came into your church and took loud issue every time anyone mentioned god, would you be appreciative of that? Would you even consider it?
Now imagine if that's all I did.
You are in our space, you came here of your own free will, and given the fact that anyone else would have been outright banned for some of the things you've done, you're effectively here at our invitation. And yet you feel it's appropriate, even considering all that, to dictate to us how we will address you before you'll even interact with us?
There's no other word for that but arrogant.
I believe there is something in the bible regarding this.
Matthew 7:5
You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.
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.
