(September 25, 2014 at 9:45 am)professor Wrote: Crossless1,
You may not believe this, but I have not been flinging poo. I consider the identity of the AC an established fact. If the "Clues" were placed end to end- they would reach to the moon.
Not counting direct revelation to various believers (both Black and White) as to who he is.
The deal w/ the Rapt. is a bit different. As per the Jewish wedding sequence- the coming Groom/ Messiah never tells his espoused bride the day He comes, rumors come and clues get dropped- but no date.
So I stepped out on some clues without the factual knowledge I possess about the impostor.
I am only a quarter Jewish, but every true Christian is grafted into the tree anyway.
As for mistakes. I have been real good at that.
But, the other day, I was smiling, thinking that I got thru the minefield of life and am at the door of astounding adventure.
Regardless of when it comes, the next big event on God's list is the Snatch.
Have been thinking, if wrong ( will still donate) I will leave my going away up to the guys and girls who can't stand me the most (a weighty list).
I consider myself a guest here.
If even one of them says Bye Bye- I will honor their desire.
There are some bitter and vitriolic people on this forum, be warned. But your probably the only christian on here that I consider a likeable human, with the exception of one or 2 others.
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.
