22 Jul 06
Originally posted by royaltystatementThats the point. They can be content and blissful trusting in God to keep them alive, but they often wind up dead.
I don't even think George Bernard Shaw knew what he was talking about when he made that sentence come out of his mouth.
Drunken Skippers are content and blissful.
And at least I bothered to attribute my quote.
22 Jul 06
That is the point exactly. When an individual trusts in GOD and his son the Christ, though the flesh falls asleep through mortal death, the spirit and soul of that individual never dies because he or she has eternal life in Crist.
Our bodies of flesh die because Adam sinned as well as Eve. The blood which flows through us tells us that our sin is allways with us.
The son of GOD did not bleed untill he was nailed up on the cross. He died as well so that through the shadow of death he may lead us to the paths of pece, IF we trust and believe him.
NOT ALL DO
22 Jul 06
Originally posted by royaltystatementNo offense, but I'd prefer to have my flesh remain alive.
That is the point exactly. When an individual trusts in GOD and his son the Christ, though the flesh falls asleep through mortal death, the spirit and soul of that individual never dies because he or she has eternal life in Crist.
Our bodies of flesh die because Adam sinned as well as Eve. The blood which flows through us tells us that our sin is ...[text shortened]... shadow of death he may lead us to the paths of pece, IF we trust and believe him.
NOT ALL DO
My blood doesn't tell me about any sins other than my fast food intake, or maybe BP goes up a bit while engaging in intercourse out of wedlock, but other than that, most sins are only in the mind.
I'm off to go make sure Jesus didn't die for nothing...
22 Jul 06
Originally posted by royaltystatementHello darkness, my old friend,
SILENCEðŸ˜
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
- Paul Simon