02-16-2019, 05:45 AM
Feeling better........... I become one of two things when I catch colds. If the cold is mild,without fever, I am strong, the self sacrificing master of my domain. If the cold is bad enough and accompanied by fever, I'm a big, delirious baby.
My first post was made in the midst of feverish delirium. I was disrespectful of my wife and that was wrong regardless of my state at the time. My perception of the conversation was wrong. Some of my medications can be dangerous if I take too many. She was concerned and I took it as a slap and reacted in a mean and petulant manner.
I considered deleting the whole thing............mmm... No, it stays.
God gave me the Faith to Believe, to receive Grace. Paid for by His self sacrifice. I post here because my friends are here, people who know me better than most people in "meat space" (note; that phrase makes me cringe, it is de-humanizing but, at the same time astonishingly accurate).
I'm quite sure there are more readers than posters here. So why????? would I lay myself open to strangers?
It's not about me, it's about an approach to religion so far outside the mainstream as to be alien to adherents of the mainstream. Indecipherable to and quite possibly heretical to Western Christianity.
Read 1 Corinthians 1:18-31........( in my silly world a line of dots mean a pause to reflect or this case waiting while you read because what follows is dependent on you doing so)......
Ok, you read it, I operate using the honor system. Two things I hope will jump out.
1: God uses cracked pots (I've always liked that albeit a title to a "Christian" best seller , I've never read)
2: God chooses you, not the other way around.
I'm the most sorry lump of inferior clay the Potter has potted. Of this, I'm in no doubt. The upside to this is God spends a lot of time on this pot. My Dad alluded to a wood carvers starting with a block and whittling it down to a finished carving. After he was gone, God showed me how right Dad was.
It is because of my weakness, my foolishness that God uses me. He says that this is where I belong. So I share with everyone who reads this stuff, my weirdness, acute weirdness, congenital, environmental and terminal weirdness.
My prayer is that the Lord use my oftentimes bizzare posts to touch the hearts of those who are reaching beyond the prison of Western Evangelicalism and into the light of a heart centered covenant with our saviour Jesus Christ.
Warts, scars and imperfections are vital to Gods works. Grey hair and weather beaten faces and hands were once venerated signs of wisdom, a lifetime of valuable lessons. Observe the Evangelical "rockstars" all facelifts, hair dye and botox. Who do they serve? Remember Jesus and the rich young ruler.
My first post was made in the midst of feverish delirium. I was disrespectful of my wife and that was wrong regardless of my state at the time. My perception of the conversation was wrong. Some of my medications can be dangerous if I take too many. She was concerned and I took it as a slap and reacted in a mean and petulant manner.
I considered deleting the whole thing............mmm... No, it stays.
God gave me the Faith to Believe, to receive Grace. Paid for by His self sacrifice. I post here because my friends are here, people who know me better than most people in "meat space" (note; that phrase makes me cringe, it is de-humanizing but, at the same time astonishingly accurate).
I'm quite sure there are more readers than posters here. So why????? would I lay myself open to strangers?
It's not about me, it's about an approach to religion so far outside the mainstream as to be alien to adherents of the mainstream. Indecipherable to and quite possibly heretical to Western Christianity.
Read 1 Corinthians 1:18-31........( in my silly world a line of dots mean a pause to reflect or this case waiting while you read because what follows is dependent on you doing so)......
Ok, you read it, I operate using the honor system. Two things I hope will jump out.
1: God uses cracked pots (I've always liked that albeit a title to a "Christian" best seller , I've never read)
2: God chooses you, not the other way around.
I'm the most sorry lump of inferior clay the Potter has potted. Of this, I'm in no doubt. The upside to this is God spends a lot of time on this pot. My Dad alluded to a wood carvers starting with a block and whittling it down to a finished carving. After he was gone, God showed me how right Dad was.
It is because of my weakness, my foolishness that God uses me. He says that this is where I belong. So I share with everyone who reads this stuff, my weirdness, acute weirdness, congenital, environmental and terminal weirdness.
My prayer is that the Lord use my oftentimes bizzare posts to touch the hearts of those who are reaching beyond the prison of Western Evangelicalism and into the light of a heart centered covenant with our saviour Jesus Christ.
Warts, scars and imperfections are vital to Gods works. Grey hair and weather beaten faces and hands were once venerated signs of wisdom, a lifetime of valuable lessons. Observe the Evangelical "rockstars" all facelifts, hair dye and botox. Who do they serve? Remember Jesus and the rich young ruler.