Russell, it's quite simple. Take your beer(s), drag your buzzed ____
out into a pretty place in the yard, if there is one nearby. Put your beer down and look toward Heaven.
Then say something like this, which all of us have verbally and audibly voiced that post here in a "pro Jesus manner", let's say:
Dear God in Heaven. I'm not even sure there is a God in Heaven. And I'm not really sure Jesus was the Son of God. But I sure hope so.
This would make me a very happy man to be certain this was true.
So, God, I'm asking you to help me believe in Jesus Christ. And I'm going to say to you, Jesus, that if you are real as they say, I give you permission to come into my being, and take over my mind and heart.
I have done so many wrong things it is embarrassing to think about them, and I ask you to forgive me of all these things I've done and the people I've hurt. I would like to go to Heaven if there is one.
Oh, and yes, I would also like the Holy Spirit, please. Would you please also fill me with your Holy Spirit.
Thank you, Jesus, for coming into my life.
Now, Russell, if you care to do that, let me know what the effect on you was. If you don't, you will always be drinking your beer and blasting away at believers. It's far, far more wonderful inside the Kingdom than outside throwing rocks at the happy dwellers. You can't disturb them. Nothing can, actually.
I hope you'll do that, Russell. If you do, by all means, please let me know.
And I will tell you something, Russell. You have more brains, maybe, but you are no better off than a pathetic little poodle who stares at his dog food can with the can opener next to it and has to starve until someone operates the can opener for him. Right there, so simple, WE can see it, we can operate the can opener, but the stupid dog can't. Very sad.
And another thing, Russell, dear, I don't think your tiny little ants YOU watch closely and maybe poke around with your shoe believe in YOU, either. As a matter of fact, to them you don't even exist. You are just beyond their visual capacity.
So, you and the ants share something in common. They refuse to believe in you, and you refuse to believe in God. God, unfortunately, made you both, so it seems all the more bizarre. |
