I owe Jessie NOTHING after his bragging good ole boy wanna be tale ...he is probably corin in drag like the chicken and the other new guy
You are the only one that gets an appology from me..cause I gave you a cheap shot..the others think they are cute but they outed their purposes
BS - You ARE a LIAR - I made one comment and you and everyone else went ballistic about guns - you included.
And then there was AJ - you remember - he wanted to *itch slap arminians - when I complained he called us "retarded" - Yep, I sure been focusing on making your life miserable (sarcasm)- so call me a "moral midget", "heathen", "worshipping a lesser god", "humanist", "universalist", "handicapped" - whatever you like - because as you said, "I stumble".
Lady, you dont stumble -youve fallen, you wallow in your pomposity, lifting nothing but your twisted notion of Christianity while at the same time DRIVING anybody you contact from the same. Now knock off the woe is me game and treat people like you want to be treated instead of sharking the threads, berating those that disagree with you with smug retorts and a hopelessly misplaced sense of duty.
Over the last week Ive read your old posts - you seemed happier then - Has calvinism really enriched your life - because from where we stand, you sound miserable.
You are definitely a point of prayer this week
But repentance and remorse know how to make use of time in fear and trembling. When remorse awakens concern, whether it be in the youth, or in the old man, it awakens it always at the eleventh hour. It does not have much time at its disposal, for it is at the eleventh hour. It is not deceived by a false notion of a long life, for it is at the eleventh hour. And in the eleventh hour one understands life in a wholly different way than in the days of youth or in the busy time of manhood or in the final moment of old age. He who repents at any other hour of the day repents in the temporal sense. He fortifies himself by a false and hasty conception of the insignificance of his guilt. He braces himself with a false and hasty notion of life's length. His remorse is not in true inwardness of spirit. Oh, eleventh hour, wherever thou art present, how all is changed! How still everything is, as if it were the midnight hour; how sober, as if it were the hour of death; how lonely, as if it were among the tombs; how solemn, as if it were within eternity. Oh, heavy hour of labor, {although labor is at rest}, when the account is rendered, yet there is no accuser there; when all is called by its own name, yet there is nothing said; when each improper word must be repeated, in the light of eternity! Oh, costly bargain, where remorse must pay so dearly for what seemed in the eyes of lightheartedness and busyness and proud struggling and impatient passion and the judgement of the world to be reckoned as nothing! Oh, eleventh hour, how terrible if Thou shouldst remain, how much more terrible than if death should continue through a whole life!