But look. Nearly everyone in these on-going floating donnybrooks REALLY CARES about Jesus and the Gospel!
If we raise our eyes from the dusty and bloody bar-room floor and look out of the room to the street and the world outside, we see how amazing it is that here are people who really think Jesus and what He did is the MOST important thing.
For a vacation from here, I go on FaceBook, where my friends and people who went to my college and so forth think I am totally out of my gourd to think so much of Our Lord.
These people, most of them, may be "separated" but they are "brethren" nonetheless.
That Quix and I, people of such very different styles and predilections, should have found, by the Grace of God, a way to love one another is a miracle of God. I am utterly persuaded of this.
I daresay we hurt each other. Quix irritates the bejaysus out of me, and it seems that he is horrified or disappointed by much of what I say.
But by the grace of God we see in each other the Love of God (in both the objective and subjective sense of the genitive).
This is a miracle greater than the love between a Montague and a Capulet. and we should be grateful for it, honor it, and take the adventure God sends through it.
Yeah I'm pious. It's the wine.
That Quix and I, people of such very different styles and predilections, should have found, by the Grace of God, a way to love one another is a miracle of God. I am utterly persuaded of this.
I daresay we hurt each other. Quix irritates the bejaysus out of me, and it seems that he is horrified or disappointed by much of what I say.
But by the grace of God we see in each other the Love of God (in both the objective and subjective sense of the genitive).
This is a miracle greater than the love between a Montague and a Capulet. and we should be grateful for it, honor it, and take the adventure God sends through it.
Yeah I’m pious. It’s the wine.
GREATLY AGREE. THX THX.
Except I don’t think it’s the wine.
And I *THINK* we both know that neither of our goals is ever to hurt one another, nor even, per se, our co-religionists.
I think it’s harder to believe that of my style and particularly of the notion that any of my fierceness could be remotely construed as redemptive by any type of insanity. Nevertheless, by some miracle, you still seem to understand and appreciate the bulk of my heart, spirit, attitude at my core.
That is a miracle that I’m deeply thankful for.
Yes, I find many of your assertions ghastly, incomprehensible, horrific given the rest of what I know of you etc. etc. etc. I just keep trusting what God spke to my heart about His relationship with you and trust the details to Him regardless of how incredulous a given post of yours leaves me feeling.
I’d a lot rather have the intimacy between us that A-G and Betty Boop share so fully and liberally.
However, we have what we have and that is miracle enough.
What if we bring in a cleaning crew?
Yeah I'm pious. It's the wine.
In my drinking days, I preferred Alberta Premium Rye Whisky. Goes better with original (now only Canadian) Coke...