A "Thank You" to Jason
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I hope your son has hit bottom and reached out to get help for himself. The Narcotics Anonymous literature calls addiction a cunning enemy of life, so from a Christian perspective, I totally understand you calling your son demon possessed. Addiction prowls about like a roaring lion, seeking whom it may destroy. It has destroyed many, and continues to do so. Addicts who do not seek help for their disease are people in the grip of a continuing and progressive illness whose ends are always the same: jails, institutions, and death.
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My fellowservant Jason and to the saints of great faith, praise God we are seeing fruits of the Spirit being harvested before our very eyes. May the peace and assurance of Jesus be with us all in these last days. It is impressive that in the scriptures quoted above, our teacher and example, Paul, has the Faith and the Confidence to assure the Philippians that HE WILL REMAIN. In order to understand what Paul is really saying here, we have to understand his Faith in God as Almighty, Omnipotent, and Omnipresent. Paul clearly understands that when a man is walking in the purpose of God, as he is, he is literally untouchable.Paul understood this one biblical truth: If a calling is upon my life- i do not have to defend myself. You have no hope of stopping me because i KNOW i am divinely protected, so your guns and rocks and ill intentions are powerless against the name and purpose of Jesus Christ. Paul most surely knew he was safe and had a while to live, that he was still needed to serve. Remember, when your walking in Gods purpose, and you have fulfilled that purpose, when it is your time to go- you will know it. Paul adressed those from Rome and plainly told them that it was about time for him to be taken, that he had ran his race. I urge you all to have the same faith as Paul, as Jason, and as myself. Trust God, that He is powerful and wise enough to preserve your calling and election to its finish, and run your race boldly for Christ. Cast down the vain thoughts of saving this life, for as it is written by Paul, and quoted by Jason- "desire to depart and be with Christ". No matter the cost. No matter the timing. Drink your cup with boldness and faith, whether to live for the spreading of the Gospel of Jesus Christ or the death which fulfils the martyrdom prophecy that so many have been faithful to, and which so many are called to.
FAITH IS TRUSTING GOD. EVEN UNTO DEATH.
FAITH IS TRUSTING GOD. EVEN UNTO DEATH.
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I'm pointing out that Jason is a hypocrite. He constantly preaches that a Christian who sins loses their salvation and is hell bound, and yet has admitted that he still sins.
He tries to cover himself by claiming he's talking about "habitual" sinners, and yet he sins every day just like the rest of us.
Isn't that habitual?
How many sins damn a person?
Just one.
If we break even one of God's commands, we are guilty of breaking them all.
Jason loves to impose rules and regulations on Christians that he certainly doesn't follow himself.
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Last week, I spent about half an hour finding caterpillars on my dill and carrots, pulling them off, and drowning them. (Don't you dare eat my carrots or dill out from under me!)
Then, I picked a bouquet of flowers from my garden, including dill and brought them in. Dill flowers are huge, but they're like a spray of green mist for the background of the rest of the bouquet.
Three days later, I noticed the flower was minus a third of the flowers and there was a rather large basal leaf right under it. (Dill is like fern, so has no normal looking leaves. lol) I looked closer. It was a rather large caterpillar, and I know I checked for caterpillars before picking flowers, so, if it was there before it was no bigger than a gnat.
I pick off caterpillars to protect my crop. This one wasn't going to hurt my crop. I decide it could stay. By the next day it was a little bigger and running out of stuff to eat, so I went out and picked some more dill for it. Then I decided it was my temporary pet. I didn't name it, because I remember naming a lobster we would be eating for dinner, (George. 34 years later and I still feel guilty for George) and felt horrible about what we had to do next, so I would not get too attached. It would cocoon and I'd take it outside so it could go on its merry way when it became a butterfly.
That afternoon it was already running out of food, so I picked some more. The next day it was running out of food again, so I feared I couldn't take care of it enough. I had been watching it for three days by then, and a guy came to fix my chair and almost knocked over the bouquet/caterpillar. I almost shouted, "Watch out for my caterpillar." (Thankfully, the words hit in my head before I verbalized, so I just moved the bouquet away from the guy. lol)
I couldn't find enough dill to keep it filled. (Caterpillars got most of it, and hubby had just used the rest in a salad. lol) So I put the caterpillar and eaten-flower onto another dill in the garden. When I watered, I was very gentle on that pot for fear the caterpillar might lose his perch. Before I went in, he seemed very happy.
The next morning he was gone and that dill hadn't been eaten.
They taste lousy -- a natural defense system -- but something ate it. It's a week later and I'm still sad for that caterpillar.
Does this sound like someone who would find out someone loves their dog that much would laugh at him? Dogs and cats are more part of the family than a caterpillar. I laid hands on my cat when he was dying, but got the more likely answer.
I get it. I'm very happy for you and your dog. (I also get the hearing goes the older we get. Hubby has turned me into a shouter after all these years. He's 68. lol)
Then, I picked a bouquet of flowers from my garden, including dill and brought them in. Dill flowers are huge, but they're like a spray of green mist for the background of the rest of the bouquet.
Three days later, I noticed the flower was minus a third of the flowers and there was a rather large basal leaf right under it. (Dill is like fern, so has no normal looking leaves. lol) I looked closer. It was a rather large caterpillar, and I know I checked for caterpillars before picking flowers, so, if it was there before it was no bigger than a gnat.
I pick off caterpillars to protect my crop. This one wasn't going to hurt my crop. I decide it could stay. By the next day it was a little bigger and running out of stuff to eat, so I went out and picked some more dill for it. Then I decided it was my temporary pet. I didn't name it, because I remember naming a lobster we would be eating for dinner, (George. 34 years later and I still feel guilty for George) and felt horrible about what we had to do next, so I would not get too attached. It would cocoon and I'd take it outside so it could go on its merry way when it became a butterfly.
That afternoon it was already running out of food, so I picked some more. The next day it was running out of food again, so I feared I couldn't take care of it enough. I had been watching it for three days by then, and a guy came to fix my chair and almost knocked over the bouquet/caterpillar. I almost shouted, "Watch out for my caterpillar." (Thankfully, the words hit in my head before I verbalized, so I just moved the bouquet away from the guy. lol)
I couldn't find enough dill to keep it filled. (Caterpillars got most of it, and hubby had just used the rest in a salad. lol) So I put the caterpillar and eaten-flower onto another dill in the garden. When I watered, I was very gentle on that pot for fear the caterpillar might lose his perch. Before I went in, he seemed very happy.
The next morning he was gone and that dill hadn't been eaten.
They taste lousy -- a natural defense system -- but something ate it. It's a week later and I'm still sad for that caterpillar.
Does this sound like someone who would find out someone loves their dog that much would laugh at him? Dogs and cats are more part of the family than a caterpillar. I laid hands on my cat when he was dying, but got the more likely answer.
I get it. I'm very happy for you and your dog. (I also get the hearing goes the older we get. Hubby has turned me into a shouter after all these years. He's 68. lol)
It was a a joke Jason. He has confidence in God's protection and thanked you for that revelation, but then in your post you say, "On the other hand" and go on to explain how God might not protect you, but rejoice in your sufferings as it is an honor to suffer as Christ suffered. No one likes suffering, therefore if God wouldn't protect him, his shotgun sure will! lol
You know, I already stepped my toes in, might as well jump all the way in real quick... Jason, ALL of us have the capability to kill someone. Yes. ALL. Including you. Whether it is for evil doing. Or for self defense reasons. But each and every single one of us has that dark capability, as has been demonstrated with the Stanford Prison Experiment (if you are not familiar with it, I encourage you to research it). Only difference is, Jason, a lot of us- especially Christians- have common sense, and know right from wrong. So yes Jason. Even you have the capability of killing someone, because of your sinful nature. The difference for you is, you will choose not to. And I respect that. God can use anything for His purpose, and that includes guns. That doesn't mean He wants us marching down the street with them. As I know that's what your reply to this post will try to assume.
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You haven't heard that because it's a rather ridiculous concept. If God wants us with him now, we're with him now. And if his whole purpose was to save us out of this world, then he'd save people and then have them die.
We get God from the moment we're saved into eternity, including in this life. He's got things to say, stuff to teach us, and time to give us to practice and enjoy this world he created.
I never had the drug-crazed kid. I was the drug-crazed kid. I never had to find a drug-crazed kid in ghettos. Instead I worked across the street from the only heroin dealers in Philadelphia. (And there were gunfights every other week. And there were bullet holes in the second floor ceiling from some of them. And we did peek out the window to watch the cops search the sewer drain and find a sawed-off shotgun after hearing the sounds of seven gunshots from a 9 mm. and 2 gunshots from a Saturday Night Special. I heard the shots. My coworkers were the ones carrying and the ones who could tell the cops the kind of weapons used that day. I simply laughed at the guys as they hide behind a filler wall, knowing if those gunshots were for us, the front door and that second wall wasn't going to stop us from being killed.)
I'm not ready for eternity with God yet. Know how I know? I'm writing this instead of spending eternity with God right now. I'm enjoying the company of my bros on this site while waiting around for the shower to pass to see if I have to water my garden where there is a passionflower to smell, quite a few butterfly bush flowers to smell, checking to see if I missed any ripe tomatoes (or if a squirrel got it first lol), and hoping God washes under our table out back, so I don't have to. I have a bonsai that needs my help, an air plant that would drown if I didn't take it out of the bucket this evening, and so much more to do in that garden, all given to me by our Father.
I have a book to figure out how I transition one scene to the next better, in hopes of giving it a good try to publish. And then six more in that series. I'm fine if I don't get it done, but I'm not quitting life simply because you think that's all I should want.
I have a friend in South Africa who needs encouragement, a woman going through stuff who just got excited over what God's doing to celebrate with, and the Post Office lady (who is only semi-homeless) to check in on. I have a hubby who needs me and I need him. His knee isn't doing so well lately, so I grab him stuff when it bothers him too much to get up. And, like me, he's working towards quit smoking, so he can get cranky at inopportune moments, but otherwise he's a sweety. I have a Dad to talk to who has no idea he has no idea about anything with his dementia, but he needs to know my phone number still works occasionally (almost daily lol), and who I need to check in on so he doesn't feel so alone. I have purpose in this life, and when all that purpose is done to God's satisfaction, then he takes me home. Meanwhile, he gives me this really interesting world to live in.
That's why no one responded the way you expected. We're not in this to meet your expectation. I much prefer God's. And even then, I'm not great at meeting his, so he's working on me until I'm ready.
So, who was making this one dimensional?
We get God from the moment we're saved into eternity, including in this life. He's got things to say, stuff to teach us, and time to give us to practice and enjoy this world he created.
I never had the drug-crazed kid. I was the drug-crazed kid. I never had to find a drug-crazed kid in ghettos. Instead I worked across the street from the only heroin dealers in Philadelphia. (And there were gunfights every other week. And there were bullet holes in the second floor ceiling from some of them. And we did peek out the window to watch the cops search the sewer drain and find a sawed-off shotgun after hearing the sounds of seven gunshots from a 9 mm. and 2 gunshots from a Saturday Night Special. I heard the shots. My coworkers were the ones carrying and the ones who could tell the cops the kind of weapons used that day. I simply laughed at the guys as they hide behind a filler wall, knowing if those gunshots were for us, the front door and that second wall wasn't going to stop us from being killed.)
I'm not ready for eternity with God yet. Know how I know? I'm writing this instead of spending eternity with God right now. I'm enjoying the company of my bros on this site while waiting around for the shower to pass to see if I have to water my garden where there is a passionflower to smell, quite a few butterfly bush flowers to smell, checking to see if I missed any ripe tomatoes (or if a squirrel got it first lol), and hoping God washes under our table out back, so I don't have to. I have a bonsai that needs my help, an air plant that would drown if I didn't take it out of the bucket this evening, and so much more to do in that garden, all given to me by our Father.
I have a book to figure out how I transition one scene to the next better, in hopes of giving it a good try to publish. And then six more in that series. I'm fine if I don't get it done, but I'm not quitting life simply because you think that's all I should want.
I have a friend in South Africa who needs encouragement, a woman going through stuff who just got excited over what God's doing to celebrate with, and the Post Office lady (who is only semi-homeless) to check in on. I have a hubby who needs me and I need him. His knee isn't doing so well lately, so I grab him stuff when it bothers him too much to get up. And, like me, he's working towards quit smoking, so he can get cranky at inopportune moments, but otherwise he's a sweety. I have a Dad to talk to who has no idea he has no idea about anything with his dementia, but he needs to know my phone number still works occasionally (almost daily lol), and who I need to check in on so he doesn't feel so alone. I have purpose in this life, and when all that purpose is done to God's satisfaction, then he takes me home. Meanwhile, he gives me this really interesting world to live in.
That's why no one responded the way you expected. We're not in this to meet your expectation. I much prefer God's. And even then, I'm not great at meeting his, so he's working on me until I'm ready.
So, who was making this one dimensional?
I've already covered this exact point before. There is a difference between obeying Jesus Christ and His Commands and trusting in Him for your protection (if that is HIs will), versus say jumping in a pool of sharks with chum in it. One is living out one's faith according to God's Word, and the other is putting the Lord your God to the test. One is right; And the other is wrong.