LBR, you asked for scripture, so here it is. In your initial post, you claimed to know the intent of all of my previous posts. Hebrews 4:12 says that the word of God, and not a missionary, reveals the intents of the heart. Your remark indicated that you are able to discern what goes on in another personâs heart. Jeremiah 17:10 tells us that only God can do that. Your post showed a haughty spirit, and Iâm sure you can use your concordance to find plenty of verses on that. Now 99 percent of the people who come on here and say âShow me scripture that proves Iâm wrong and Iâll repentâ never repent, but instead argue about the scripture used not being âapplicableâ in their case. Letâs see if you do the same. Or leave in a huff. Or go on arguing after saying you donât want to argue. Or...what? Confess that you have been wrong, apologize, and start over with a clean slate?
So, LBR, let me make sure I understand you. You want us to believe that what you âmeantâ was not as harsh as what you said, but that what I said was meant to be harsh because, after all, you have the unique capability of determining what my intentions were, and that my intentions were evil and designed to stir up trouble. And of course you can do that without judging me, because youâre living by Romans 14, right? And one more question while Iâm at it: if the pastor and church decide itâs okay for the women to come to church naked, thatâs entirely up to them, right? That is basically what you said, wasnât it?
BTW Carol, your comments were outstanding. In an era when many women are more concerned with âreproductive rightsâ (another way of saying âIâm a harlot and donât want to suffer the consequences for itâ) than they are with being the godly women God intended them to be, itâs refreshing to see one who upholds the Word of God. Back when Paul penned those words about modest apparel, he knew that if women wore tight, skimpy, revealing outfits, men would have lustful thoughts. Of course men today are much purer and not subject to the same temptations they were before, so itâs perfectly safe for each woman to set her own standards of dress and conduct. No wonder revival is sweeping the church.
Hey, donât sweat it, John. Right now Iâm putting on my miniskirt and burka and going out to feed the goats. Okay, itâs not really a miniskirt, itâs a minikilt. And the burka is a folded up Purina Possum Chow bag. And one of the goats is actually a gerbil who identifies as a goat. This Sunday at the Baptist church I attend, the piano player will be wearing a dress that goes well below her kneesâbut Iâll be down at the altar doing the Watusi in my miniskirt and burka.
Thereâs nothing that I know of wrong with a lady piano player at a Baptist church, John. However, if she isnât wearing modest apparel, she is violating scripture. If her dress was so short that you noticed it, then itâs too short.
My preferred pronoun is hubbabubbabigdaddyoogaboogaringadingasahibbossmanwallawallabingbangbwanayabbadabbadooramalamadingdongeieio. I will sue the pants off of anyone who refuses to use it. Deal with it, earthlings.
âWe shall go on to the end. We shall fight...we shall never surrender.â âNever give in--never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.â âWinston Churchill
Yes, Frank, at any given moment we are only one election away from the possibility of losing all of the precious freedoms that so many thousands have died to protect. I just pray that Christians go up before America goes down.
The article states that Planned Parenthood has not settled on a long-term successor. I think Satan would be the ideal candidate. If he is unavailable, Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama would be suitable substitutes; after all, they are children and loyal followers of the devil.
Rebellion is right, BDF, and I was probably one of the most rebellious kids who ever lived. If theyâd had these silly rules when I was a younâun, Iâd have changed my name every 15 minutes just to give the teacher a headache. Even so, I wouldâve slugged anyone who suggested I was a girl. Any guy, that is; back then you didnât hit girls and you could tell the difference.