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[Godzilla bloviates]
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[Stourme expounds]
Fruits of his life? Let me tell you about the fruits of his life.
1. The thief was selfless. His last moments on earth were to defend the Lord against another who was mocking him. And selflessness is not something that is instantly learned. It's a trait that is learned over time. So I know that at least some portion of his life was devoted to selfless service to others.
2. I know the thief was humble. He acknowledged his crime and accepted his punishment with out complaint.
3. The thief gave testimony. The testimony that Jesus is the Christ given by this humble and selfless man has been read by billions of people. Who knows how many countless souls have been brought to Christ over the ages by this one man's example. Jesus, who knows the begining and the end, saw this to be true and accepted this poor man's cry for forgiveness.
Where are his good works you ask? Right infront of you if you could only see.
Was he baptised by one with the proper authority - no
Was given the Holy Ghost through the laying on of hands?
Both of which according to mormonism are required for salvation, both of which are lacking.
But then if what you describe for the thief is correct, then there is no need for mormon temples, ordiances, laws and other rules for your salvation - is there. But once again, what preceeded all those 'works' stormy - it was faith, for he could not say those things with out faith first (which btw, the scriptures indicate he didn't initially have).
Stourme sinks to new low..
Attempting to wiggle out of your statements....
Answer me this....What do mormons's officially count as works?
Humbleness? Testimony? An act at the end of life?
Somehow....I don't think that's one of the 32
The thief's real name was Jeb, he was originally a Roman oarsman but due to a RIF in the Roman Navy found himself unemployed and down on his luck. In his heyday he was a strong young man, good with the javelin but even better on the water. He liked his wine, but not too much, was an avid collector of Centurion and Gladiator trading cards and small stones. He also liked long nights with his wife on the shores of the Mediterranean Ocean, before she left him over his misfortune and ran off with a Gladiatorial fight promoter named Philip...
(If you are going to write fiction, at least try and be as creative as your first prophet, or do him one better...)