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Lemme guess, Mark also sees the face of Jesus in his scones.
“Stay! Good Looby Loo.”
I’m not sure which is dumber, that they think the rock bears an image of their dead dog ... or that they would voluntarily disclose to a media outlet that they think the rock bears an image of their dead dog.
SnakeDoc
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Looks more like Elvis. /s
Sounds like Looby Loo’s masters are smoking crack.
It don’t matter what you call a dog made of stone, he won’t come.
Excerpt:
But close examination showed patterns in the moss covering the rock, which came from Ilkley Moor and has been in the garden for years, had suddenly formed
the image.
‘I just thought I was seeing things, but she’s there,’ said Mr Brow, 42. ‘It doesn’t just look like any dog, it looks like our dog.
‘The bizarre thing is that spot is exactly where she used to sit.’
This reminds me of seeing Mary in french toast!
It’s time they got another pet!
I had heard of some dogs being dumber than a box of rocks, but this is ridiculous!
Carry on...
After 2 years in the ground, yep that’s about what Looby Loo looks like all right.
It’s difficult losing a pet that you love so much. And hard to let go. I guess if these people want to believe that a rock looks like their dog... But telling the press? That’s the odd and really sad bit.
I looked at your webpage and saw this:
...
He has little apparent concern for the material well being of the disadvantaged.”
That is so untrue! He loves all He created. There are many references to the poor and diadvantaged. What He expects of us is to care and help them. Paul went out of his way to persecute Christians. God told HIm that when he persecuted people he persecuted Him. God turned Paul around to be a great Apostle. This is just one example out of many. Paul stopped that and started imitating Christ.
Maybe you are not famaliar with Paul whose orginal name was Saul.
Acts 9:3-6.
[3] And as he journeyed, he came near Damascus: and suddenly there shined round about him a light from heaven:
[4] And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?
[5] And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest: it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
[6] And he trembling and astonished said, Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? And the Lord said unto him, Arise, and go into the city, and it shall be told thee what thou must do.
“He is politically connected, socially powerful and holds the mortgage on literally everything in the world. God is difficult. God is unsentimental. It is very hard to get into God’s heavenly country club.”
It’s not hard to get into His heavenly club.
John 3:16 is still the gold standard. Not “rituals” or “traditions” are required. It is belief and trusting Him alone.
John 3:16
[16] For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
I don’t want to hijack your thread. I’m just passing through and leaving this comment and hope you consider it. Don’t let others with all kinds of crazy baggage influence you. I’m no better and maybe worse than you and I have a place at His table in the heavenly country club and so can YOU!
The same delusion that has people “seeing” the Virgin Mary in shower stall mold.
While walking my dog the other day, he did his “business”. As usual, I gave the “result” a glance, looking for worms.
I couldn't believe my eyes, as I was staring at an exact likeness of Nancy Pelosi.
Isn't nature wonderful?
Two months later Joyce was with us. :)
I’m Alive
(That Was The Day My Dead Pet Returned To Save My Life)
[A. Cooper]
I was just kicking down the street
And the sun was in my eyes
So I couldn’t see the truck
That was sixty times my size
And just seconds off from splattering me
Let me tell you
I was so scared I couldn’t move
Like my boots were full of glue
Then I felt a little tug
And I thought of good Old Blue
And he pulled me from that catastrophe
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I’m alive
He’s alive
I’m alive
I was spitting in the canyon
Near the cliff up on the mountain
When an unexpected sneeze
Hung me in the breeze
At forty five degrees in the sky
Suddenly I felt something
Had me by the belt
And in between my praying
Swore I heard a stallion neighing
Was the ghost of my horse
And I cried, yes I cried
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I’m alive
He’s alive
Hey, I’m alive
Things were getting gory
Got caught on territory
Belonging to the Crutches
In an alley in their clutches
Looking kind of dismal that night
Well the leader’s name was Fats
Swinging broken baseball bats
Things got really frantic
Starting jumping in their panic
Hallucinating billions of rats
Lots of rats
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I’m alive, I’m alive, real alive
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
To save my life
I’m alive, I’m alive
He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive
I’m alive, yeah
He’s alive, he’s alive
I’m alive, real alive
Alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive, alive
I’m alive