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To: marcos who wrote (3492)	8/15/1998 5:11:00 PM
From: Emile Vidrine	Respond to of 12810

"As do your self-descriptive words identify your condition - "... a child of God washed in the blood of Jesus." If that wasn't so disgusting, it would be hilarious. You're well known here at SI, you know. " You may not know this, but SI does not hold the key to the Kingdom of God. There are many on these threads who like to call people awful names, make awful false judgement, etc. Do not be misled by public opinion. The crowd that murdered Sts. Stephen and James were led this this same false sentiment. Turn your heart to truth and judge things in honest rather than by emtions. May Jesus open your heart to the truth. Emile

To: marcos who wrote (3492)	8/15/1998 5:35:00 PM
From: wonk	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12810

marcos: If that wasn't so disgusting, it would be hilarious. I agree. BTW, ever read David Eddings? Our ship coasted up to a rickety dock, the sailors moored her, and we went ashore to have a look a the Mrin prophet. I don't know if I've ever seen anyone quite so dirty. He wore only a crude canvas loincloth, and his hair and beard were long and matted. He was wearing an iron collar, and a stout chain ran from the collar to the thick post set in the ground in front of his kennel-I'm sorry, but that's the only words I can use to describe the low hut where he apparently slept. He crouched on the ground near the post making animal noises and rhythmatically jerking the chain that bound him to the post. His eyes were deep sunk under shaggy brows, and there was no hint of intelligence or humanity in them.... "Has he said anything lately," I asked? "Not for the past week," one of them replied. "I think maybe it's the moon that sets him off. He'll talk at various other times, but he always does when the moon's full." "I suppose there might be some explanation for that. Isn't there some way you can clean him up a little?" The scribe shook his head. "We've tried throwing pails of water on him, but he just rolls in the mud again. I think he likes being dirty...." ww