RE: Real God
October 22, 2014 at 7:34 am
(This post was last modified: October 22, 2014 at 7:42 am by Lemonvariable72.)
(October 21, 2014 at 10:16 pm)Christian Wrote: I am really really sorry for not posting often. I was away on Church duties for a while and only came back. My pastor is a very intelligent person and has recommended that I come here often to pass the message of Jesus Christ as the end times may be near.No worries, we all have lives outside the forums. However passing the message as you phrase it is not the way you want to go about this. This is a discussion forum and in order to have a fruitfull discussion you have to have a open mind to what the other has to say, but not so open as to let your brains fall out. Let me ask you a few questions, I know you have your reasons for believing in god, and if a member of any religion came to you with the same proof you offer, would you convert? Do you think atheists secretly do believe in god? Are willing to admit the possibility you are wrong and maybe god does not exist (not deny him, but rather acknowledge the possibility.
I will post more often from now onwards, promise.
(October 21, 2014 at 11:52 pm)Jenny A Wrote:(October 21, 2014 at 11:46 pm)Christian Wrote: Are you Mr. Minimalist? Or his Alter ego?
Min, might object to that allegation.
Christian, Minnie is a grumpy old fart and jenny a intelligent, and if her mind anything to off of, sexy lady.
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.
