To: Barnabus who wrote (1063 ) 10/13/1998 11:57:00 AM From: Jane Hafker Respond to of 1283
My dearest Brother Barney. What is the purpose of Sherlock WITHOUT a Watson? Poor Sherlock would hardly have had a purpose. :) Well, I just erased a tome of unpopular thoughts for public display here, and will send them to you someway. Dear Gregor, at least I hope these things will inspire a few to prayer that are not already doing that as much as they can. But for an uplifting thought or two. Vincent VAn Gogh, of all people. Now, POOR Vincent has always been presented to me by the humanists as a "tortured brilliant artist, undoubtedly, of course, a raging homo. But nothing more than a madman who painted." Actually, he was a minister's son and a raging HETEROSEXUAL who fell into the deepest broken hearts from the start. He just wanted to get married and 2 women didn't. So, he turned totally to what he really wanted to do, be a minister like his father. He chose a missionary field in a horrible and sad miner's colony, where he was so kind and St. Francis like the miner's named him the "Christ of the Coal Mines." He was given a little decent cottage, and he gave this up to wretched creature, a desperately poor female, and he himself took some pathetic shelter no one else even wanted. There he slept on the floor. NOW it really gets good. Or really gets horrible. Depends on your point of view. The CHURCH BOARD comes to investigate his "progress". Finds him in wretched conditions sleeping on the floor. Rather than fall on their knees and ask God forgiveness for their own want, they go into committee and come back and tell Vincent that they have decided a minister must uphold an image of respect, so that people will admire him and want to be more like him. Vincent, sleeping on the floor and giving everything away, like St. Francis, apparently embarrassed the CHURCH BOARD. They did not renew his mission stint and sent him packing. Not to a life of depravity or homosexuality, but actually just injured seclusion for the rest of his sad life. With at least one disasterous affair with an undesirable woman. He was NEVER queer, by the way, nor is there a single proof of it, although good homos everywhere now claim he and poor Gaugain WERE, and he more or less has been absorbed by the homosexual community as one of theirs as the Templars have been absorbed by the satanists as their total inspiration for most of the evils on the face of the earth! The same type of absorption by the world of evil. To the end he remain a horribly betrayed soul who just walked out into a field and ended his life when his brother, who adored him, could no longer keep the life long agreement that Vincent would spend all of his time painting, his brother would keep him alive, and his brother would hopefully be able to sell all of the paintings. This man originally spoke four languages and left a good position in a bank to be a minister and a missionary to the coal mines. It just didn't work out. So, apparently his work is now the most famous of any painter in all of history. His paintings are still the most expensive. In 6,000 years he is the most famous of all the painters. I now look forward to seeing Vincent, who all my life I had assumed was quite in hell from the legacy humanist history had left of him. There is a new book called "Van Gogh and God" or something like that. There is also "nothing hidden that will not be brought into the open, nothing done in darkness that will not be brought to light". And God's mercy is enduring. I'm trying to keep with Shalom's pray chain.