Are you a thread killer?

William, you may be bloody well right.

It's a pretty tough time to be a calendar girl when the painted ponies go up and down with the music

A sentence like that usually gets 'em to scatter. Like a light to the roaches.

There he is again!! I think Jasper or someone with a similar name to that posted it just before christmas.

Yep... i'm the one responsible for that at Xmas...

I'm starting to think I am.

Welcome then, you come to the home of the thread killers.

Good Afternoon Threadkillers.

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good afternoon...

Love him!! Afternoon!

Today for the first time in about two years I get to look through rose colored glasses.

smilie fishing

Those are amazingly beautiful.

Hey Korats01! Hope this finds you well.

Thanks. :) :flower:

Shit Just Got Real.........

It did didn't it.

.....I'm Afraid So....

All i knows is , thank god i've been eatin me Spinach...

Got a funny feeling were gonna have a modern day Crusade on our hands....

It's not very far away.....

In two minutes we heard the person of the muslim radical faith.

When they start burning books and issue the leather whips tipped with metal to those wishing to flagellate themselves, count me out.

If it wasn't so tragic, it would be fascinating to watch as the crowd is fueled into frenzy mirroring, ironically, those they hate.

I'm surprised no one has shouted "Give us Barabbas!" yet, but it seems they keep their cloaks tight, their agendas hidden in hoods clasped secure.

Nothing new under the sun, but the familiar exacts a toll yet unseen.

And Jesus wept.

Yes, and Jesus wept.

Yet, underneath, behind, in reality above,

are some of us who won't fall in to a lake of fire,

no burning books, no lynch mobs,

the true God will triumph, liberation is already here

True that, Kool. The birth of the Kool as a friend. To me. A priviledge.

For a moment, allow me to shed my netty persona and be real.

Each day, I am blessed with the knowledge, born of experience, that there is truly one with all power. The Alpha. The Omega. God. There has never been anything I've done to deserve the tender mercies I'm given freely each day. Grace alone. Freely. When I remember, I slip away from the noise of the world and I am filled. When I remember.


My experience, my faith, has been of the educational variety that William James wrote of. And while I thought, for a time, I needed to be tossed from a horse on the road to Damascus, I know, for me, all I need do is treat with kindness those put in my path, love my neighbor as myself, and love God with all my heart and soul. Aw, always the rub. This last brings me to my knees. Self-centered fear (what do I have that I'll lose; what do I want that I may not get) always trips me up. But each day brings a new beginning. And while shadows may fall between the dream and the reality, there is always a beacon to guide me. When I remember.

I don't belong to a church (I was excommunicated from the Catholic church and pursued it no further despite 12 years of Catholic education) and have only a layman's knowledge of the Bible's scripture and verse. But there has always been the Hound of Heaven at my heels. No matter the alley, no matter the palace, the Hound of Heaven has never wearied. Not to nip or chew at my ankles, but to soothe and comfort wounds still unhealed. More, this Hound, seeks to guide me as I stumble blind; seeking this, discarding that, restless, discontent. A guide to Grace. When I remember.

One thing is certain. I am no better than any man or woman. The plank and the splinter require I do not judge. The other. All others from me. When I remember.

This I know is true. And I hold to it. In my secret place.

"Whatever is good. Whatever is kind. Whatever is lovely or excellent. Think of these things and the peace, that surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus."

(apologies to the authors, and literalists that followed, as I paraphrased the above).

When I remember.

I promise you, my thread-killing friends, this will be the last I write in this vein. For me (it's intensely private and I don't need to shout what I've found) and for you (you come here to kill threads not to ponder some knucklehead's ramblings on divinity) I will keep this promise.

Today, I just needed to put it down to the word. If I've offended anyone (this was quite selfish of me..not the first), I apologize.

Best to all and thank you.

No offense taken. Thank you.

Dead thread...

[link to www.godlikeproductions.com]

Ha.....

BxMac

you said:

One thing is certain. I am no better than any man or woman. The plank and the splinter require I do not judge. The other. All others from me. When I remember.

Yes this ^^^ 'when I remember'

Wow what a post. Would love to have that writing talent to express myself in such a way. Instead I mostly use music and smilies around here :) Although in real life I talk a lot, haha.

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I think you express yourself wonderfully, Sloane. It's a pleasure to read you, hear the music that moves you (I must admit that you were plugged-in to 'TV on the Radio' made me happy) and enjoy all as I come to know you. A delight.
I'd wish you hedges of angels, but you gave me green karma for that in the past and there's nothing worse than getting stuck in the hedges. Again. And again. Thanks for all, Sloane.

Thankyou for being so real Bx, my dear friend, shedding the old internet persona to make a revelation is a courageous act, especially if you confess a love for Jesus.

I would not have known, if you didn't say it, and it sure warms my heart this evening to hear it :)

Can I be a curious cat and ask why you were 'excommunicated'?

Good morning!


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