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Originally Posted by Faith_Machine
You know something? Back when I was a hardcore meth user, I had this therapist, and I once sat there and explained how I knew I needed to quit using meth, but that it wasn't a good week for it, 'cause I had all these things I needed to accomplish, things I couldn't get done if I was going through meth withdrawal.
He looked at me and said, "It's never a good week to quit using meth."
There's a parallel here, but when it comes to accepting Jesus, I like to think of it this way: There's never a bad moment for getting saved.
You say it's tea time? Well what if you wait 'til after tea time, and you happen to unexpectedly have a heart attack and die?
Let me tell you, my friend, as you feel the icy fingers of Satan gripping your wrists while he drags you down to Hell, you will wish you hadn't postponed your salvation 'til after you'd finished your crumpets and tea!
There will always be more tea; time is the one finite commodity you can not replace.
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Good evening, Faith. Tonight I am drinking coffee and I feel like a new man! I have not gazed at a "nerve aid" for almost a week and although at first I felt as though there was a great chasm inside me I persisted and prayed as you suggested (although I thought there was no-one there) and all of a sudden I entered a new world. It was as though I'd been living in some decrepit film noir, lurching from one unlit hiding place to another in a screenplay with no plot, no hope and no way out.
I wandered to our local reference library, which is excellent, and saw for the first time how dreadful all the staff were; I thought I was hallucinating. But perhaps I was seeing the world as it really was for the first time. I had a pocket projector which I used to use to shine hypnotic spirals on walls, to stare at when I felt alone AND IT SEEMED TO BE ON FIRE. I took it out, Faith, and when I looked at it I felt like there was something moving around in my head. Something like a voice (but not a voice) and it said "throw it away, Adam."
A security guard came and stood very close to me. I spotted a bin. The voice was louder now.
"Throw it away, Adam."
I threw. Missed. It shorted out, started projecting and caught fire: he koshed me. When I came to I was handcuffed in a police cell BUT I WAS FREE.
"Hallelujah!" I cried and leapt to my feet. They were shackled: I fell heavily.
CLUNK a little metal window snapped open in the door and a bald fat head peered in. "He's awake"
CLUNK the window closed, the door opened and menace entered. Sat down (not too close I was pleased to see) and spoke: "we know who you are."
The bald man then told me that he was a Christian and that I'd requested a book at the library which he'd brought with him for me to read. It was a short history of the early Church in America and the volume I'd asked for described the lives of two people. George Whitefield and Anne Hutchinson. Unlike the better known conquistadors who had sought to ram Spanish catholicism down the throats of the native Mexicans, murdering them wholesale when they clung to their old superstitions, these two were guided by the Bible and although they were persecuted by minions of the English crown posing as clergymen, they were unafraid to speak God's word even in the face of banishment and false accusations. And God's word prevailed.
I am ashamed to read my earlier posts. I'd intended to summarise "everything we've learned so far (about aliens and clones and intermittent visitors landing to check up on Ezekiel, or to breed with Earth-girls)" and go on with more gibberish which I can now see were the words of Satan pouring from my keyboard. But I
will read them and where necessary I will speak out. I've read bits of the Bible, just the bits which Satan had directed me to read, but now I'll read it all and trust that The Lord will guide me in understanding how much He cares for His creation and how He longs for us to be saved.
1 PETER 2:9 But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light:
Thank you for your patience, Faith. And thank you America (not including heathens, savages or weird sects). My film noir has ended at last and I can see the world as it really is, in living colour and in the Light of His Word.
Re: Should I seek to protect the Papists from the radiation cloud? -
02-25-2012, 06:45 PM
You have seen the light, and given up your addiction to . . . Spirograph, or whatever.
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