Well, with apologies to my dear friend Jack, who has become a son of God rather than a disciple of plastic statues, and my friend Pat of many years, who continues to be the first person I call for a prayer emergency, I must have us all remember that Peter the fisherman who died a horrible death in Rome preaching the Gospel and the Popes whose rich father's inheritance bought them the wealthiest political seat in the world for many years, and whose perversions are still among the most shocking of those recorded of any king or even Sadam Hussien, are not EXACTLY cut from the same spiritual cloth. Nor from the same spiritual intent.
I can only see worst world rulers in all of history with Ivan the Impaler, in Romania, and I kid you not, I'm not even trying for humor here, that if we keep in mind that satan has retained his hold on all aspects of the world since the life and death of Jesus Christ, then none can be offended. And I do admit finally that Paul II is worthy of people's love and affection from what I've seen, and has never disgraced the Lord JEsus Christ in word or deed, or brought in doctrines of satan to replace scripture. Indeed he has been a human to assume such an unscriptural role as the Pope. The Pope, first of all, existed no where except as Pontifux Maximus under the Roman Temple System, involving hedious sexual depravities and also human sacrifice to Diana and Apollo and other representations of satan up to almost the time of Constantine's "vision". So constantine just said, hey, the new Jesus thing needs a "High Priest" over it too, so lets just put him over this new thing I'm setting up. And lo, we have the Pope in his fish mitre hat, which came from the high priests of Dagon, the idol of which fell face down when God pushed it over.
Oh. Uh-oh. Time for one of my lengthy asides here. Wish I had the thing you just talk and it types.
Not too long ago on my way north I stopped where a friend of 20 years was just getting out of marriage number six, and affair number 12,000, and all the while flitting from CHristian church to christian church and no one had the praise god down any more pat. But this was my dear friend of many good CHrisitan experiences and good years, so I lived there for awhile and worked and saw one of the prettiest areas on earth.
So, ex-husband had a little fat man buddha statue in front of the house, where I now resided for awhile, in a charming and georgous tourist heaven. Really nice side trip.
But the the "little fat statue" as I called it bothered me. They had another little african drum god image in the backyard, and we removed it as I pointed out it wasn't going to help keep the blessing of the holy spirit over the property, and she agreed.
This is supposedly a "christian" house, was my point, even though the kids were constantly stoned and drunk, and it was all backsliding gone mad in paradise. Thinking I could help, I didn't, and it ended a long, long friendship. But in the meantime, the little
fat man bothered me. My dog strnagely enough used that one area in front of the house to do his dog duddy, and there it was, surrounded by dog droppings. I finally pushed it over, face down so I wouldn't have to look at it, and at least my friend did laugh because it was rather hysterical looking how the shrine had ended up.
O.K. THe ex, who remained friends with my very beautiful and crazy friend, came to retrieve his god. I was told he was very unhappy about the dog droppings and the god being face down in the middle of it. He took the little fat god to his new home and enshrined it in his yard.
Two weeks later my friend came to me twinkling with mischief in her eyes and said, "You didn't do it , DID you?"
Do what, I ask completely confused.
"You didn't go over to Jack's and push the Buddha statue over again?"
I said, WHAT? What statue? I don't know what you're talking about. Where does the guy even live?
He had gone out to the yard and found the heavy little fat god on its face and immediately called to protest and to rather hint that any further spiritual vandalism of his god on my part would be dealt with.
Really, really strange. But a true story. I believe a mischievious angel pushed the little fat god over to back me up. What can I say? Or a kid did. Or someone did. But they backed me up, anyway.
But God Forbid that any discussions of live issues now playing themselves out, as you say, no getting around it, can be mistaken for taking sides or judgement of any kind. I believe that Paul II has held back the hand of lucifer and may have bought us all time before the real games begin, so that's fact.
The rest, like I say, we're either getting out of here or hummmmmm................. Well, I guess you just never know what's down the road.
If the newest label of Vicar of CHrist, which he always was, but these new labels they are pushing through right now, on one of my posts buried here, are horrific in implication. They are total antichrist
constitution. The 666 has to be very, very significant, and of course the new army of young upcoming converts to satanism, grown in mushroom dens across the country while the christians all enjoyed their rock concerts and prayed for each other's infected hangnails and new car contract approvals--really important things--and basically turned off their TV and tuned into
what? I haven't figured out a lot of it yet, but the devil has done quite well around and during all the 60,000,000 strong praying christian actitity we claim to have.
It's just not all computing in my brain. Something is sowrong with it all. ANd of course also wrong with me, being a very imperfect person. My keyboard is going out. Am going to get a new one in a few minutes. No snow today, which always leads to some reason to go spend money rather than enjoying blissful
hibernation. |
