[goat granny]

Don’t want to be on your list, but that was a great post...

[LetMarch]

Thanks, this is a good post!

“......but He (God) chastens us for our profit, that we might be partakers of His holiness.” Hebrews 1210b)

“Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord.” (Hebrews 12:14)

[Kolokotronis]

Good post.

[BCW]

People need to realize that there is a larger batle going on here...they need to realize that distractions are ever present that slowly slip us away from the truth - away from the Savior, Our Lord, Jesus Christ. They need to stop and observe what is going on in and around their lives. I’m not saying give up on the US life style - but be aware of the sources of distraction that creates a separation between us and God. Evil doesn’t have to be ugly and dark - it comes in many forms...

[SuziQ]

Excellent descriptions of what I sometimes call ‘pious piffle’. It’s great to be pious, but don’t, on the other hand, talk others down, if they are not as pious as yourself.

[ConservativeWarrior]

Reminded me very much of a favorite Joyce Kilmer poem:

The Robe of Christ by Joyce Kilmer (For Cecil Chesterton)

At the foot of the Cross on Calvary Three soldiers sat and diced, And one of them was the Devil And he won the Robe of Christ.

When the Devil comes in his proper form To the chamber where I dwell, I know him and make the Sign of the Cross Which drives him back to Hell.

And when he comes like a friendly man And puts his hand in mine, The fervour in his voice is not From love or joy or wine.

And when he comes like a woman, With lovely, smiling eyes, Black dreams float over his golden head Like a swarm of carrion flies.

Now many a million tortured souls In his red halls there be: Why does he spend his subtle craft In hunting after me?

Kings, queens and crested warriors Whose memory rings through time, These are his prey, and what to him Is this poor man of rhyme,

That he, with such laborious skill, Should change from role to role, Should daily act so many a part To get my little soul?

Oh, he can be the forest, And he can be the sun, Or a buttercup, or an hour of rest When the weary day is done.

I saw him through a thousand veils, And has not this sufficed? Now, must I look on the Devil robed In the radiant Robe of Christ?

He comes, and his face is sad and mild, With thorns his head is crowned; There are great bleeding wounds in his feet, And in each hand a wound.

How can I tell, who am a fool, If this be Christ or no? Those bleeding hands outstretched to me! Those eyes that love me so!

I see the Robe -- I look -- I hope -- I fear -- but there is one Who will direct my troubled mind; Christ's Mother knows her Son.

O Mother of Good Counsel, lend Intelligence to me! Encompass me with wisdom, Thou Tower of Ivory!

"This is the Man of Lies," she says, "Disguised with fearful art: He has the wounded hands and feet, But not the wounded heart."

Beside the Cross on Calvary She watched them as they diced. She saw the Devil join the game And win the Robe of Christ.

[Desdemona]

Thank you. This very subject has been bugging me for a while.

[onedoug]

It´s always the Pharisees, of which Jesus was one, while the Romans are depicted almost as tourists.