RE: My boss.
August 5, 2014 at 5:42 am
(This post was last modified: August 5, 2014 at 5:44 am by Lemonvariable72.)
(August 5, 2014 at 2:13 am)GodsRevolt Wrote:Is it now? I don't recall jesus saying to throw away the ten commandments do you?(August 4, 2014 at 8:12 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Something I do not get is this. My boss is a super hard core Christian, She even leaves early to attend church events sometimes. However we still have to work every Sunday and every holiday. This doesn't really bother as I need the hours but what I do not understand is how she could justify this in her own mind given that the bible is very clear that the Sabbath and holy days are to be kept sacred. It is very clear on the punishment for those that violate it as well. So how could a devout Christian be okay with forcing others to sin for secular reasons?
This is a misunderstanding of the Bible and how Christ straightened things out.
(August 4, 2014 at 11:56 pm)orangebox21 Wrote: In Colossians 2:16 Let no man therefore judge you in meat, or in drink, or in respect of an holyday, or of the new moon, or of the sabbath days:17 Which are a shadow of things to come; but the body is of Christ.You should really stop using the KJV. It was a shitty translation when it was made and age has only made it harder to understand. I recommend the New american standard or new international version myself.
And in Romans 14:4 Who art thou that judgest another man's servant? to his own master he standeth or falleth. Yea, he shall be holden up: for God is able to make him stand. 5 One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind. 6 He that regardeth the day, regardeth it unto the Lord; and he that regardeth not the day, to the Lord he doth not regard it.
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.
