I'm glad you're here. I don't think I can do this too much, as I did
get this thing to make money on it and try to finally finish a satire on
evolution that no one has yet reached out into what I believe is
a mental radio plane where thoughts, once dispersed, especially
creative ones, can be snatched up by others. No? Then explain
to me why three exact comic situations, almost to the exact wording I had created them, were played before my eyes within a year of my writing them, including the very last scene in the Last Boy Scout, which was so off the wall humor I was even a little astounded I had made it up in the first place. But that is really digressing. Point is I need to finish my thing, and we can only do this so much, as others find out slowly but surely, and continue to post that they just can't keep posting all day long either.
Think we spend life explaining things that never should have needed to be explained, but I like to clear misunderstandings. Nothing gets my adrenaline up more than for someone to totally mistake what I have said. I don't channel God, as you know. I believe to always channel scripture is not always effective, as scripture is NOT really a thing of the mind, some of it is, but it is purely designed to speak to the heart and soul. First of all, as we all know, the mind completely rejects every bit of it for most of our lives until we have
an unusual experience. After my talk with Bob, up in Oregon, after the rather dramatic conversion experience I went through at the very beginning of the huge wave of the Jesus Freak movement, I opened a Bible and the words were like 3-D. It was weird, because suddenly even the print seemed like, embossed, or something. And I was going...."wow....never noticed that" So, like all things,
including loving nuances and all that, you just have to be in tune or
zip--over the head. How very, very sad to miss any of it, I think.
So, in a playful mood I posted to you that "Jesus wants you for a sunbeam" since for a second it popped into my head when Meunch was talking about being like a child, and I was thinking about it and that is THE sunday school song you sing when you're little and everybody sends you off each morning. I got sent off, but "we" stayed home. At least I got sent off. I certainly was better for me in the long run than having parents who had no religion of their own whatsoever and were totally worldly. At least I got that much cushioning for the merry path of life ahead. But it wasn't really enough, to say the least. But I sang the little song and we all did.
Because this is not a thread of the Son, I transposed the "u" to an
"o", to take away from the adversary who so likes to posture as living inside the sun itself, therefore giving us all the life we have, and therefore becoming indebted to his image for it, and end up worshipping the hot ball of liquid gas. Certainly it certainly worked for a couple of thousand years at least--much to the horror of babies and virgins, and select young men. Another story.
So, you didn't get it, and my lighthearted little moment ended up
as a way for you to attack me, thankfully not in front of the whole world, but just the ranae contendus, which was both amused and
relieved, I'm sure.
It is a sweet little child's song. 2nd only to Jesus Loves Me.
And I don't blame you for not getting it. I wouldn't get a line from a song they sang in the country where you trundled after your father either. Did you ever read Mad Magazine? I am merely a product of a pre-teen life of racing from the last Mad to the newest one out.
We are all forever cursed to never grow up, but just stay humor junkies looking for a fix in a world with less and less humor except for ourselves. A sad story. Please don't cry, G-hunk.
Oh, stop it G-hunk. I'm sorry.....
Now. The next bitter dispute that I should have explained to you-- rather than a side trip of seeming politeness through the many
channels group thought takes (sigh.......)-- seem to be, oh YES,
sanctus vox. Oh, give me strength Lord, please. O.K. How can this be put in a emperical way:
This is a thread of total disbelief in the Judeo-Christian passage of the development of the Judeo-Christian God. Both Father and Son. Class? (solemnly, the class nods their few heads and clap.)
Christian persons unknown come into the thread and discuss
the Judeo-Christian concept within the whatever it was that was
being determined about a chair. (I refer you to my post on JAXI
wherein in a moment of stock-plunging boredom I tried to mind play with people who have none--a fruitless exercise--and posted
"Would the sound of one hand clapping in the forest be heard by a fish riding a bicycle?"
Anyway, I don't have the time to explain, so we don't expect to get scripture back.
And I was thanking you for speaking to me in "the" holy words,
not your holy words. Even Jesus himself is clearly quoted as being taken aback when someone called him good (I need to look that good in the Strongs because I'm sure its much stronger in the Greek than the ENglish "good". And another aside:
In French you speak to someone of love.
In Spanish you speak to God.
In English you call your dog.
So no, I do not consider you holy, not even approaching it at this point and will say no more about that. But if Jesus Himself said that there is NONE Holy but my Father in Heaven, it certainly gives me food for thought. Of course He was just hammering home that without the Father in Heaven, He was no better off than any of the rest of us, and would have absolutly NOTHING to offer to anyone under those circumstances. In other words, his whole life was two words: LOOK UP!!!!! But I preach. Point? For you to use
Scripture to reply to me in public was ..... If you didn't get it the first time, you sure won't get it the second, will you. Just like the Harley Davidson T-shirt, which simply shows a Harley Davidson picture and the words: "If you don't understand, there's no
way I can explain it to you."
Why is it that everything I say goes over your head, and every thing you say, no matter how convoluted and round-about goes to my heart? Strange thing. I must continue to ask the Lord about this. But I'm glad the confusion is cleared up,
...and more and more I find buried under all the verbal B.S. a most
amazing person.
(This is your game you know. I never came here to play it, just fell into it.) |
