(September 17, 2014 at 10:19 am)Dissily Mordentroge Wrote:(September 17, 2014 at 10:10 am)FatAndFaithless Wrote: Well seeing as Christ is the same guy as the OT Yahweh, and said he came to fulfill the law not change it, and in some cases even said stronger things (like looking upon a woman with lust = adultery), yes, Jesus don't like them gays. He certainly didn't say a damn thing to counter the OT ideas about them.You need to go beyond blind acceptance of today's many versions of the Bible and study the many mistranslations, forgeries and downright lies inserted into the Gospels over the centuries as well as the mythical mess that makes up that peculiar collection of books, The Old Testament. A good place to start is Bishop John Shelby Spong's 'The Sins of Scripture'.
If you get through that you can fruitfully move onto :- http://www.oxfordbibliographies.com/view...1-0066.xml
Or I can simply dismiss it as crap because there is no evidence to support its veracity and the arguments and "evidence" that people do could support pretty well any of the holy books. In fact some holy books are far better supported then the Bible, for instance the Quran has far less errors in its translation and has not been edited nearly as much. Or the Hindu Vedas which have the grace of being far older then the bible, and because of that they lack the balant rip offs from other religions that we often see in the Bible, like Noah's flood or the ressurection meme.
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.
